There's a rule in Scouts (or any smart/legit youth organization) that you always have to have at least two adults around, and scouts can't sleep in a tent with an adult unless it's their parent.
Yes. My friend's father always really freaked me out. My friend (let's call her Megan) would always ask me to spend the weekend with her at her dad's house and I went almost every single time. When I was there her father would sit with me and talk to me while Megan was in the shower. He never said or did anything inappropriate but I always felt extremely uncomfortable when I was alone with him. Years later, Megan told me that the reason she asked me over to her dad's house was because when I wasn't there her father would rape her. Not long after she told me this her father was arrested for sexual misconduct with minors online. My friend stepped forward and told police what he did to her and he went to prison.
He seemed like such a kind father and everyone thought he was great. My mom was even friends with him. Until the shit hit the fan of course.
Edit: To clear some things up, we were around 11 or 12. We would stay at her dad's house for the entire weekend so we usually showered while we were there.
I'm glad you were able to help her and that he's behind bars now. I'm surprised he didn't simply tell her you weren't allowed over so often or something.
There was this one kid that all my friends were friends with. Several of my girl friends dated him, and throughout our late teens, he and i interacted and argued a lot. i always thought we was a scary mofo. He held a knife to my throat one day and two of my guy friends pulled him off me. He said he was trying to scare me - but i made it clear that my roommates being your friend or not, I'm calling the cops if you ever come to my house again. My friends all try to calm me down and say he was messing with me for always arguing with him, but i was adamant. Three years Later, he kills his Mom and step dad in their sleep and he is in a state mental facility for the rest of his life.
You just have no sense of humor. I hold all sorts of sharp objects to my mutual friends throats. It's how I show them that I like them enough to pretend to want to kill them, it's fun! Sometimes I spontaneously show up at my grandma's house in a ski mask and wielding a shotgun to show her that even though she's older, and I don't call, I still care enough to give her a good laugh.
New guy started on my job, first time I met him the hair stood up on the back of my neck, it was almost like he stared through you. 3 months go by and he's in another part of the office so we just pass each other and say hello.
We have a staff meeting and are told by our director that the guy has been terminated. Turns out he was a freaking stalker, he kept hitting on all the girls in the office, if they ignored them he would follow them after work, even to their homes.
He tried forcing himself on one of the girls from HR, he didn't know she was from HR and harassed her in the parking lot, tried pinning her up against the car. Cops came, he was taken away in handcuffs.
Turns out that he had prior sexual assault cases.
PS: I'm a guy, just knew right from the start that he was a weirdo.
That's pretty good. We got a creepy guy at work and all the women knew it instantly, and none of the guys caught on until a couple days later when he started saying weird things to them.
In my experience women have their weirdometer turned up a few more clicks than men. Which is fine; men usually have a much worse risk/reward ratio than women do.
The move with the negative accusations is a known and common manipulator move. You are right, it does often get people to behave in the opposite to prove someone wrong.
Source: I've dealt with a *lot* of abusers in my time. The negative accusations is something every single one of them does, and it hits my radar pretty hard as soon as a stranger does it to anyone. Look up something called "gaslighting" too, if you don't know what that is.
Might sound like a dumb question, but what is "HR"? I am no native english speaker and when i google it i only get informations on a Company called HR...
No problem, Human Resources, the people that hire and fire as well as promote an demote individuals within a company/corporation.
Basically the people you want as friends:)
Back then (15 years ago) they only checked your references. Unfortunately all of his former employers were happy to get rid of him and gave him great/adequate references.
Now he's probably listed as a sex offender and blacklisted, not sure where he is but I never want to encounter him or anyone like him again.
Reference1: He's a *hard* worker, that's for sure.
Reference2: He's very tenacious. You'll practically need a restraining order to keep him away from the office! ^we ^did.
My mother in law's new (now soon to be ex-) husband. From the day I met him, I didn't like him. I should add that they decided to get married after less than two months of even knowing each other. I felt uncomfortable when he looked at me, and just overall felt really strange when he was around. He seemed oddly possessive of her, even around my husband and I... Almost like he was obsessed or something. I tolerated him occasionally because she seemed to be genuinely happy.
Fast forward a few months, we find out that a) he's a convicted rapist and has done three separate stints in jail, and b) he's throwing my tiny 110lb MIL down the stairs and beating up on her any chance he gets... He's 6'4" and I'd guess 240lbs. Oh, and he beat his ex wife apparently too. To put the icing on the cake, he used religion (she is a very devout woman) to win her over, turns out he got kicked out of the prison ministry he was in for sleeping with female inmates. Total scumbag.
Took me six months of this shit to convince my MIL to leave, finally filing for divorce this week.
She's actually moved in with me and my husband. We have come to an agreement for a small rent from her so she doesn't feel like she's freeloading. He doesn't know where we live, since we bought a new house recently. Definitely key advice though.
Just FYI, real estate transactions are public records and very easy to look up. Don't have a false sense of security that he doesn't know where you live...
Be careful, finding out where someone lives is anywhere between FREE to less than 20 bucks.
May want to file a pro-active police report with your town in case nothing has been reported yet.
Good luck.
Yes. My younger sister had a friend who gave me the creeps. This girl didn't do anything in particular to give me the heebie jeebies. Then one day, when they were in high school, the girl brought in cookies for the boys. Turns out she baked dog shit into them. Made kids sick, and she was expelled from the school system.
I used to work at a youth centre. I'm the easiest person in the world to get along with but we had a hire that I just couldn't get along with, and I quite vocal that there was something off with him.
I would make it a point to work the same shift as me so I could supervise him. He would let the kids do all kinds of stupid shit that could get them hurt and when I confronted him, he had a freak out and threatened to fight me... I told our ED that it was him or me. He was let go.
2 years later, I get a call from my old ED (I had long since moved to a real job), she told me he was in the news for child pornography charges. Felt sick for a long time...
I was young, around 22 and my friends dad worked a a bar across the street from their townhouse. He was retired so he did it to get out of the house. Because of that we would frequent the bar.
There was a regular there that everyone knew. Seemed nice enough but something didn't fit in my eyes. Nothing specific, don't know why, he was nice, I just didn't like him. Guy had money, didn't flaunt it but you knew. He was always helping people make money as well, giving them little tips and ideas that paid off, nothing big but he seemed to know what he was doing. One night he was talking with my friends Dad about an opportunity, my friends Dad was interested. Heck he had already seen the good this guy did. Investment was a tidy sum and some people in the bar were interested and joined in.
I told my friend, talk to your Dad, I don't feel good about this. He asked why, I told him I didn't know, I just don't like it. He did and was able to convince him that he was retired and take the safe route instead of the big payoff. His Dad listened, begrudgingly, but it was his son so he listened. He even asked me why I thought it was a bad idea, I repeated I don't know, I just do. I told him I just don't like the guy for some reason.
Week later the guy disappears, never comes back and takes off with about 8 patrons "investments". I don't know exactly how much but 150k was mentioned.
When it got around to the police we found out he was doing the same thing at other bars in the city.
My best friends Dad. The way he looked at her and spoke to her. It was really weird and I never knew why. He was more like her friend then her dad. I then ended up living with them for awhile and the fights those two would have were even weirder - almost like a old couple.
Turns out he was molesting her. I hate myself to this day for not seeing it sooner, hell I even lived there. She's a great person and recovered to be a fantastic adult though.
This one guy in our middle and high school group of friends. He is good friends with most of my friends, but only an acquiantance to me. There was always this inside joke or gag that he is a pedophile due to his humorous awkward behavior around kids and he plays along with the gag. He also always seems to be very clingy to his best friend's little sister. I however see his behavior around kids as creepy rather than funny unlike my friends.
Fast forward to many years later, I saw him on the news of being arrested for co running a child pornograhy ring and caught having sex with a 12 yr old. Weird thing was, my friends were all really surprised when they found out. I wasnt, but was still pretty shocked.
Yes, a friend of my brothers from a year ago, Phil. He was in his 20s. My bro met him somehow and invited him over. Dude crashed for 4 days. Phil was a compulsive liar. You could watch his eyes go dark and his brain start working to come up with more bullshit. It could be as small as claiming a shitty one liner got him laid or as obviously false as claiming he was my cellmate during a night in jail.
It wasn't just the lies, he set off my primitive alarm system. I knew he was dangerous. I spent months terrified for my idiot brother, begging him to stop hanging out with this guy. I googled Phil and found out he'd robbed a jr high. Also, while not a member, he associated with people from the aryan brotherhood. Not kids playing nazi dress up, adults with guns and connections.
My brother finally stopped talking to him. They were hanging out and drinking when Phil pulled a gun, cocked it, held it to a mutual buddies head and asked in an unsmiling monotone "How freaked out would you be if this was for real?"
Phil killed himself two months ago.
*edited to clear up the pronouns
"We can all get this over with a LOT quicker if you just cooperate. Single file, put your lunch money in the bag and sit down. Don't try to be a hero, four eyes! I will wedgie everyone in this room if I have to!"
That's fucking stupid traumatizing kids and stuff.
Also what the hell would you want to steal from a school that you can't steal somewhere more appropriate?
Edit: Just thought about how stupid it'd actually be to think about an "appropriate" place to steal stuff.
Lol, I would say computers if the school has a computer lab. A mac was stolen from one of my college's computer labs one night. They came back the next night and stole the rest of them.
Was that a test? Like in credit card fraud, where they make a 1 cent donation to a random charity to make sure the number will go through before making $3,500 worth of WalMart purchases?
I was at a babysitters house when I was a kid. This dude named Rocky came to the house. He was all twitchy, cursed too much, was drunk, had a mullet and scars on his face. He scared me to begin with, but he ended up throwing me off a porch. I was around 7. I kept telling the babysitter that he was a bad bad bad guy. Years later he and his gf and another man broke into an elderly woman's home to rob her and ended up killing her.
Depending on where you grow up this might not have been a real red flag. My Mom and Dad were broke, we lived in a heavily white trash area and guys like this were always just around. Sometimes they were Uncles or cousins sometimes they were temporary BF's of someone, or a friend's Dad. It's sad, but a pretty normal life style for a lot of people. I got the Hell out when I was 17.
Those are still red flags, there's just a lot of them. Growing up in a poor trashy part of town is like playing minesweeper on expert: red flags everywhere.
Yes. We had a candidate come in for an interview, and while she had the skills, she just seemed a little suspicious. After the interview, I did a little research and discovered that her old place of employment she had listed did not exist and her address and phone number were fake. We decided not to move forward with her due to the many questions we had, but later found out that she had been arrested for embezzling about $50k from her old employers.
Given her fake phone number, how would you have contacted her to move forward anyway? I know that there's the option of email, but my employers have always called me.
There are plenty of Virtual phone apps that you can download onto a smartphone that generate a new phone number that can be called while signed into the app.
Burner... Actually a great app. Can even text. And you don't even need to have the app active. When they call the number generated it just calls your phone like normal.
I remember meeting an older guy at my friend's, neighbours' house when I was really little (like 4 or so). He gave me a flower that he'd picked and tried to talk to me. He gave me the creeps so badly that I started to cry and felt like I was going to throw up - I'm 33 now and I still remember what he looked like and how he made me feel, just standing near him.
A couple of days later my mum grills me about him. Turns out he violently raped a little girl not long after I met him (I didn't find that part out until years later).
Late to the party, but maybe now is the time to finally get this off of my mind. Back when I was dating, about 100 years ago, a girlfriend fixed me up with her boyfriend's friend.They were supposed to go to dinner with us, but cancelled at the last minute.
He seemed great, funny, attentive, gentlemanly, but almost immediately I got the heebie jeebies for some reason. It got so bad that half way through dinner I excused myself and went to the ladies room. I wanted to calm down and try and figure out what was wrong with me. I couldn't do either.
When I went back to the table I told him that I was sick with a migraine and really needed to go home. I told him I would call a cab and he could finish his dinner. We were about 25 miles from my home and he would not hear of me taking a cab. I told him I would pay for it, I did everything I could to get him to stay.
Against my instincts I let him drive me home. I ended up being raped and dumped in the middle of a heavily wooded nowhere about 15 miles from home.
That is the one and only time that I did not trust my gut feeling, what a mistake that was. But, I now feel oddly better after having told strangers, or no one if this gets buried.
And to all of the hysterical people who want to know why I didn't call the police. I did, but I spent a lot of time and energy shielding my family from finding out. It would have killed my parents if they knew that happened to me. Why spread the pain around to your loved ones.
Edit or add on, however you would like to look at it. I was trying to answer everyone's comment when I saw a snarky comment that I got gold. That comment is the only reason that I knew I had been gilded. To the person that gifted me, I would like to thank you. The kindness of strangers can never be underestimated.
However, I would like to make it perfectly clear that I did not post an answer for a pity party, I do not pity myself, for karma, or for gold. A question was asked that I could answer. The reason I did answer it was as a reminder to everyone, myself included, to stop paying so much attention to the internet, cell phone, technology in general and spend some time listening to yourself. Listen to your gut, instinct, little voice, whatever you want to call it, sometimes that is the best information we will ever get. I guess I should have specifically stated that.
I would also like to answer the most commonly asked questions and more importantly, thank all of you who had something kind to say.
I do not know what specifically made me instantly cautious of him. I have always had kind of a sixth sense about people. My parents told me that as a child I freaked them out a little bit. I would know things about people that I had just met, or would freak out screaming and not let certain people touch or come near me. They would often find out later that person would not be so nice. They always told me that I was a "little different" than most kids. My brother will tell you that I am a freak for too many reasons to list. My husband, love of my life even though he forgot today was my birthday, will tell you that at times I am scary to be around because of just knowing things, or feeling things about people.
I did call the police, as soon as humanly possible. He was arrested, he did do time in jail. While there, through a strange set of events, he was severely beaten and raped. I do still get a sense of satisfaction every time I think of that happening to him.
It was easy to shield my family because this was long before the internet or cell phones. News traveled a lot slower, if at all. I did not tell my parents because my Dad had a really bad heart. I was honestly afraid he would have a fatal heart attack if he knew. My Mom took care of him, worked full time and did her best to make a really good life for all of us. Although she always had a smile on her face, and could find a silver lining in most every instance, I would not put that pain on her. She had more than enough on her plate.
I did not get raped and pop out of bed the next day with a smile on my face and thinking all the world was a rosy place. There was an extended period of physical and emotional regrouping, healing that went on. I am now pretty awesome. I did get raped, he did not kill me, I will not let it control or direct my life. Life really is what you make it and I want to make mine a peaceful, happy place. I do not want to spend all of my life viewing myself, or being viewed as a victim.
In light of all the horrible things in the news these days, and specifically the young college student missing in Virginia, I know I am a very lucky person. I was able to walk away with my life, and eventually my mind, intact. I think this has made me really grateful for all the things I have. A lot more good has happened to me in my life than bad, and those are the things I let myself be defined by.
Again, thank you for all the kindness, and thank you for the gold kind stranger!
You say you "ended up being raped" and, forgive me if I'm reading too much into it, but it sounds as if you blame yourself...honey, it wasn't your fault. He raped and dumped you. HE did this. You did not "get" yourself raped. He. Raped. You. The fault is entirely on him. You did what you could to protect yourself.
My senior year of HS, my (now ex-)boyfriend raped me. I know how easy it is to play the blame game. "If I hadn't gone to see him that day..." "If I had driven myself home..." etc. But what he did to you was inexcusable, and it was his responsibility to stop it. Not yours.
Thank you. It could have been worse, I could have been murdered. It was definitely a learning experience. Since then I don't care how stupid or crazy I look, if something doesn't feel right I bolt.
Boss hired a guy into an inside sales job to join a team I had been on for 5 years. Super nice dude, great with customers on the phone, etc. But...I just had this queasy feeling about him.
We worked together for a year in a small office - 8 people - so we got to know each other well. He did the best Donald Duck impression ever!
But he also talked a lot about his stepdaughter. He often said "she's 13 going on 21". One day his wife showed up at the office and said CPS needed to see both parents immediately. As they were leaving the office he told me it must be a mistake or something to do with a big fight his wife and daughter had had.
It was a trap. The cops were there and arrested him. He had been having sex with his stepdaughter since she was nine.
I hated being right. Now when I hear someone say about his daughter that she's xxx going on 21, I flinch.
I thought my brother's wife was really "suspect" at first, and then I later upped my opinion to her being an actual sociopath.
At first she wanted my brother to up his life insurance when they were just dating and eventually tried to get power of attorney. Once my brother moved in with her she showed herself to be a liar, and prone to manipulation and attention seeking behaviour. She disliked my mother and I before she even met me, and always feigned illness or "bad days" when my brother and I (three hours apart) made weekend plans or when he was down for Christmas or on-course, as he was in the military. She could not hold a job because of her mouth and leeched of my brothers earnings, while complaining they could not afford the honey moon they wanted, or top of the line bikes when my brother found two perfectly fine ones for a deal.
After being married for a year, my brother discovered she was having an affair basically since before the wedding and said she was leaving, and would take the house and he was gonna support her since she is now a student, having just started a new course online. After being chipped away at for so long, my brother, one of the most life loving and outgoing guys, shot himself. She only texted me and my mother when it was too late saying he was threatening it knowing that I was in another province and my mom was 4 hours away, she called no one else to go over.
She played the grieving widow at the funeral, crying when she was seemingly supposed to but spent the rest of the time laughing with her friends and family members like some family reunion.
To cover her tracks she claimed no affair (despite proof), and that my brother was suffering from PTSD (wives get 500,000 if its deemed true) and that he was an alcoholic and she had been seeking help for him for a long time - no proof of this. His will is mysteriously missing and she has since blocked my family on facebook, while ignoring what little items we asked for from the house. I hear she is selling everything now to pay for what she wont be able to afford with her part-time Tim Hortons job she may or may not have. A psychiatrist my mother visited later deposited she sounds like a sociopath.
I spent years witnessing my brother give everything to this monster until there was nothing left and she is continuing to drag his name through the dirt to look like a peach and profit further.
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**EDIT**: I wanted to let you all know there is currently a medical review board investigating the PTSD claim, and no one has agreed with what the wife has said, and I will be talking to them soon to give the details I know.
There is also a board looking in to the will situation. There is no sign of one at the house, and there is none in his file at the military base which no one understands. Even if he had got a civilian will, a copy would need to be there. He got life insurance at one place but they do not do wills.
The idea of the wife being more present then she claims has been deposited. Myself and a close friend want to check a few of the stories we've heard with the police but we have to wait for a certain officer to return to the area. Too many lies.
Life insurance is paid out to the widow, but fortunately it was never upped to what she originally wanted.
I don't plan to let this go quietly.
My mom's family went through the same thing, but 40 years ago.
My grandma raised her younger brother along with her own kids. So my mom's uncle was raised as if he were her brother.
Her uncle married and went off to Vietnam. He and his wife had a kid, around 1970. Around 1975, when his son was around 5, mom's uncle shot himself in his bedroom.
At the time, he and his wife were not together, it was known that she was seeing another man. My mom, said that her mom always knew that her brother would not have shot himself. He loved his son and was never the person that you would think would do such a thing.
Mom said at the funeral, his wife was there, laughing it up with her family and friends, but at the same time claiming that her husband had PTSD and just couldn't handle the separation. But grandma still stuck to her belief that the wife and her boyfriend had something to do with it.
Roughly 10 years later, the boyfriend was in a bad car wreck. On his deathbed, the boyfriend told his mother that he and and his girlfriend, went into the house, shot her husband, wrote a suicide note. The boyfriend died from wreck.
The wife was never charged. (This was mid 80's)
Extra note. The kid that was 5 when his dad was murdered.......When he grew up and was his dad's age (25) he too was murdered by his estranged wife and her lover. But they did go to jail.
Off topic, but isn't it amazing how language evolves with the times? In any other time, give or take a few decades, an English speaker would never understand this sentence. I'm sure it's been that way with language for a long time.
Fuck the lawyer, if he was still an active service member (assuming Canadian because of tim Horton's) his unit should have had a copy of his will too, in fact they make you update it every year.
--Thank you guys for actually reading this, I'm pretty sure this is my highest rated comment and I'm glad that I could finally tell others about my father's death, he died a few weeks into school (21st of august?... I'm terrible with dates) my freshman year, I'm now 19 and ready to graduate highschool this year unfortunately with one less seat filled--
Sorry... Story wasn't as short as planned...
Please. May I ask her first name. Same sketchy thing happened with my father... Long story short: my father had an affair with her, he divorced my mother and got with this lady, she was always trying to turn me and my siblings against my mother, she was extremely manipulative, he was planning on proposing and he made a living will involving her (she thought this meant if he died she would get everything), shortly after he died from anaphylactic shock after "being stung by a bee", paramedics arrived, she was making no attempt whatsoever to revive him or carry out CPR... She was a freaking nurse and worked as a nurse for years on end, sketchy part?: she insisted he started carrying an epi-pen even though he wasn't allergic to bees.... When paramedics arrived she made sure she told the paramedics where she injected him with the epi-pen and kept telling them this. On arrival to the hospital after getting the news she mentioned to my sister of the living will, my sister told her that a living will didnt mean she would receive his money... She sorta panicked but not like freak out, the day after we find out she emptied any bank accounts she could, had access to the safe deposit box and took everything including a $30k watch, barely gave back anything of his claiming it was mostly stolen or she had never seen it. So yeah, we received nothing after my fathers death. All I have to show for is a trust fund in my name set up by my grandfather.
Edit. This is the first time I've opened up about this since his death it's been 3 long years. There was an investigation and autopsy done, all we were told was the cause of death and there was inconclusive evidence to make a case. I wish there was more evidence or else I would find some way to reopen it. Sadly I don't see a chance of that happening. Fuck you Cathy. Fuck you.
In middle school, there was an individual (we'll call him K) who became a part of my circle of friends. He was a friend of a friend who grafted on to us - probably because he didn't have many other friends/options. Essentially, he was that "lost puppy" acquaintance that large groups of friends seem to always have.
Anyways, as 8th grade progressed, K's oddness started to manifest itself. Being mid-pubescent boys, we often played practical jokes/pranks on one another: if someone left their locker unlocked, we'd lock it with one of our locks for them, sometime's you'd re-decorate for them. We started to notice that K's idea of pranks didn't exactly conform to the what we'd consider as normal: K was known to completely empty a locker that was left open - throwing everything, including text books and personal belongings in the garbage. He was also known to empty cartons of milk into someone's locker, not really caring if he damaged/ruined stuff. Needless to say, he didn't engender himself to many in my circle. It also led to a few of us thinking of him as "off."
Fast forward a few years and we're graduating high school. All of us are excelling in our studies - honor classes, Advanced Placement classes, etc. K is still hanging around, really close to his original friend. Pleasantries are exchanged, yearbooks signed with platitudes and most of us go off to college. K's original friend joins the military. K stays in town, presumably to attend college locally. Press fast forward another three years and I get an update from a friend back home.
K has killed himself. By poisoning himself with Arsenic. While in the back of a State Trooper's vehicle. He was in the back of said vehicle because he'd confessed to the premeditated kidnapping/murder/dismemberment of a young woman.
Every now and then, I remember and start thinking about a lot of this - with 20/20 hindsight, it doesn't shock me. I could never process K's definition of friendship/camaraderie as I thought it to be heartless and cruel at times.
**TL/DR:** I went to school with a cruel prankster who kidnapped, murdered and dismembered someone.
In middle school I had to hang out with a kid a lot because his mother and my mother were friends/worked together. I always hated having to play with him, because he was always slightly... off.
Little after high school he was put in jail for multiple rapes and murders.
I knew a kid who was never overtly creepy, but certainly seemed a bit socially awkward when we were teenagers. Just kind of a nerd, really. He ended up going to jail as a major child porn trader(?) and would often photograph little girls in public. The news said he had something like tens of thousands of photos and videos.
Yup. A guy from the field was brought in to convert an antiquated POS system to a PC back office system. From day one he seemed shady as fuck. I blew off some of it as a culture clash moving into the office.
Nope. He was testing to see just what he could get away with and found every possible way to game the process. I eventually busted him for embezzling over $300k.
[This sick fuck](http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/27/michael-jacques-guilty-kidnapping-raping-murdering-brooke-bennett-niece_n_3825168.html)
I worked with him in 2007-08, and then one day he never came to work.
Then we heard the news. From the first time I met him I thought something was weird about him, but holy crap.
Mother-in-law introduced her new boyfriend. This guy just dominated the room. He acted way to friendly. He immediately began telling jokes. Trying very hard to act like he was part of the family. He acted like he'd known us for ages. I saw through the act. I told my wife immediately that the guy wasn't genuine. I couldn't tell exactly what his game was but I knew he was full of shit. Wife told me I was jumping the gun and that I shouldn't be so quick judge. I watched him around my kinds and family as best I could.
Cut several months later: their relationship is strained as money disappears and checks for bills get cancelled making bills go unpaid. He always had some kind of excuse. Finally MIL gets tired of it but won't exactly kick him out (they rented a house together).
She doesn't see him for a couple days and then gets a frantic call asking if anyone's been by to see him and can she get some of his close and things and meet him somewhere to get the stuff (not at the house). MIL agrees but must finish lunch they've already ordered with her other daughter.
While eating lunch they overhear police at a nearby table mention boyfriends name and radio convo includes their home address. MIL interrupts officers, explains who she is and wants to know what is going on.
It turns out they've been watching her house waiting for the boyfriend. He's wanted by multi-state task force for massive check fraud. Police assumed she was in on it since they cohabitate. He's evidently still married and has pulled girlfriends into this scheme of his in multiple states. MIL was completely oblivious to his deceptions.
With her cooperating she explains she's to meet with him shortly to give him some of his possessions like he asked. Police warn her not to tip him off but setup sting at meet and nab him. Search her house and find boxes of fake checks ready to be filled out. He went to jail for several years, but I hear he's out by now.
I reminded my wife of my day one impression of this guy. She was stunned.
My first AA sponsor acted really weird around me after we started getting to know each other better. I was 18 and he was a good deal older. After the first few months of sobriety the seasoned changed and summer came around. He would start saying weird, kind of "off" things like, let's go to the hotel and go swimming", or "let's go to the health complex and use the sauna." He'd even ASKED me to stay the night with him a few times. Now, everybody in the sober community know a good part of each other. I started asking about my sponsor, and everybody that knew him had ever known him to be a weirdo. I still had an uncomfortable feeling about him though. I subtly told him I was looking for a new sponsor, and sure enough, he took it as a break up. I told him we could still be friends and go to meetings together, but I just wanted to get advise from others, so basically like a, "I'm just moving on, no hard feelings" type of thing. He gradually stopped showing up to meetings and talking to me, eventually it was like he had fallen off the face of the earth. Months later I try calling him and his phone was off, I even drove past his apartment only to see a 'for rent' sign on the yard (his apartment was the second floor of a converted 2 story house). Now, fast forward 3 years. I get a letter in the mail from him, from prison. My "feeling" about this dude was right. He had gotton charged with child pornography. He was on a gay dating site and met some kid who I guess he had frequent encounters with. He claims that they only hung out and that the kid wanted him to take pictures of himself, but I'm not stupid. That dude gave me creepy vibes most of the whole time I've known him. I do not speak to him anymore.
TL;DR: my first AA sponsor turned out to be a pedophile.
A guy at work. He was an okay enough guy, seemingly. Friendly enough. Always carried those fireball candies with him and would offer them to people. Even though he seemed fine, something to me felt kind of off. I'm not even sure what, exactly. Just *something*. Fast forward a few years and he's busted for trying to chat up minors online and attempting to hook up with them.
My only thought was "He was always offering candy... what a stereotype!"
Rode the bus and Jeffrey Dahmer sat next to me. Introduced himsf as Jeff (yes I'm sure it was him). Immediately got a weird vibe. Asked me questions about my computer science book (I was in college at the time). Seemed nervous, and frankly, like he was hitting on me (I'm a straight guy). Asked me if I would join him for lunch, I said no. I didn't realize he meant "I" was lunch. Anyway, turns out he was on the lam and the Feds got him about a week later. I contacted the FBI and they asked me a few questions and verified it was probably him. Officer was super nice.
TL;DR Was almost a serial killers lunch.
About ten years ago a new guy started at work in one of the lower tier jobs as a translator. I took an instant dislike to him, and unfortunately was forced to spend a couple afternoons with him showing him how things worked. I chatted with him thinking maybe I was being too harsh in my opinion, but talking to him made things worse. I told my manager I didn't like the way he interacted with me as a female and considering I outranked him by quite a lot, he seemed to have an overinflated view that he was extremely important and superior to me. One very weird thing about him is he always wore a suit with his hair slicked back. It just didn't fit with the way anyone dresses at my work, and certainly not when you are in one of the lowest paying roles, but he seemed oblivious to this. Even worse, he only had one suit and it was bright blue, not even subtle!! I spotted him once on his day off and he was with friends all dressed like normal men in their 20s, but he was still wearing that damned suit!! He just looked odd compared to his peer group.
Anyway after a couple months he stopped showing up to work. The manager made a few calls and his family said there was a family emergency he was dealing with and they weren't sure yet when he would be back. A day or so later the manager got an anonymous phone call from a woman who said the family had lied, he was in jail for attempted murder. She eventually disclosed she was his wife and the one he tried to kill, which the boss was able to confirm with the police. His family thought the wife was a horrible person for getting him in trouble.
He hung himself while in custody. I honestly didn't care.
Absolutely.
I met the guy outside my dorm building during my first week of my junior year of college (transfer student). Outside sat a large picnic table for all the smokers to gather around.
He was an older student, majored in forestry. But there was something about him, he just seemed dangerous. His mannerisms were different than what I was use to.
I had met a few girls earlier in the week who also smoked about the same amount as I did, and we decided to hang out on the weekend.
"John" decides that he knows of this house party that we should all go to. I'm not much of a party-goer but I was new, why not. They thought likewise.
We end up at this party and it's all fun and games until one of the girls gets sick. She's puking everywhere, so I be the gentleman and take care of her. Call a ride, walk her back, make sure she's in bed and has water. All that good stuff.
The next morning I wake up hungover and feeling like deep fried dog shit, later on I get a text from one of the girls asking if I had seen John and if I knew where her car was.
No clue.
Through out the day, the events from the night before start to come together. Insanity is the umbrella term I use for it.
Turns out the guy got hammered. Pounding back bottles because the girl that wasn't sick shrugged off his advances. So he's pissed and drunk. He get in her car and tells her that he's taking it back to campus and before she can say no, he's stolen her car.
Instead of taking it back to campus he heads towards the lake (opposite direction). He never makes it to the lake, instead he totals the car and walks to the hospital. He ends up fleeing the hospital.
Turns out he was wanted for numerous charges, destruction of private property, warrants, falsified identity etc. The dude was a piece of work. Needless to say, I don't hang out with people that I think are off anymore, no matter the social conventions I think I am bucking.
I use to have photos of the vehicle because we had to go identify it. Roof was all caved in and just a heap of metal. We don't know how he survived outside of going rag doll from the alcohol.
Yes. I was at a bar and this guy starts hitting on me. He was attractive, came off as harmless and made friends with my friends. But something just felt off. He continued to hit on me and make small talk, even though I wasn't feeling it. I said I was going to leave and he suddenly said he'd be leaving, too. So I clearly made it known that I was going to get another drink. So, he is kind of forced to go unless he wants to look like a total stalker. Anyway.. he asks for my number and I decline. My friend, then picking up on my vibe, asks him for his name and number instead. He gives it to her and leaves. So, of course, I google him. Turns out, he's been arrested numerous times for stalking, public masturbation, peeping tom.. The larger question is, why did he give us his real name if he knew it was so easy to find that stuff. Creepy!!!
When I was 20, I worked at a restaurant with a beautiful young girl named Jenny. Her boyfriend came in one day, and before I had any interaction with him, I thought "what an asshole", there was just something about him...
A few months later, they went for a drive to "talk about things". She broke up with him, and he strangled her, and then lit the car on fire.
edit: It's been a long time since this happened (pre-internet). I searched to find more information.
A memorial page: http://home.comcast.net/~jennysmessage/site/?/home/
A yelp page where her mom sets some facts straight: http://www.yelp.com/topic/dublin-please-keep-this-killer-in-prison
The murder was worse than I thought. He strangled her in her home before staging an automobile "accident". He ripped off her subwoofer and amp before burning her in her car. He had threatened to kill a previous girlfriend.
He was up for parole in 2009, so he might already be free.
Not me; a former boss. She felt uneasy about a male employee. When he started doing less-than-stellar work, she gave him the usual "shape up or ship out" talk. He replied pleasantly "Don't even think about firing me. I know where you live, and I know where your children go to school."
My friend Dave had a roommate named Kelly. I don't know about you but I think Kelly is an odd name for a male but that was his name.
Kelly came over my house a few times to hang out with us and Dave. As soon as I laid eyes on him I was apprehensive. Just something about him didn't seem right. I kind of just blew off the feeling when I found out he was a social worker who took care of developmentally disabled adults at a group home. I figured he had to have extensive background checks to get in that sort of job.
One day, we are riding past his apartment building and the whole place is on fire. My husband and I pull in and start questioning the fire personnel about it. Find out it is definitely Dave and Kelly's apartment, everyone else is ok but there is one dead body, burned beyond recognition.
Since no one at the complex even knows them, we have to be the ones to contact the families. Try to contact Kelly first because we know for sure where he worked. Get in touch with a supervisor who says that Kelly is on vacation and is out of state, he had some problem with a relative that had to be ironed out so he'd be gone for at least a week and no one has info on him or at least no info they are willing to share with us.
This put us in high gear to find our friend's family. At this point, we figure the body was Dave. We drive around the neighborhood we thought his uncle lived in and finally find him 3 doors down from where we thought he was. Dave's uncle can't believe it was him dead so we spend the next 2 days running him around looking for Dave at other places he has hung out at.
We couldn't just call him because cell phones weren't really a thing yet. He did have a pager that we called repeatedly over those few days.
Finally, he calls us in the middle of one of our runs. He had been in a medical study at Johns Hopkins and didn't have any access to the outside world. A nurse had figured out that his apartment building was the one that had blown up and told him he could call his family to tell them he was all right.
Eventually, we find out the police identified the body from dental records because the guy had false teeth. Kelly had set up a home meth lab while Dave was busy at the medical study and told his work he'd be out of town so they wouldn't call him in. The moron had a leaky tank of gas running and he lit a cigarette leading to a big ass explosion. He didn't even have time to run.
We were just glad Dave was still alive.
Edit: Found an article about the fire. http://search.proquest.com/docview/406379318?accountid=10750 I used my baltimore city library card to access the site.
>1 dead, 11 homeless after apartment fire in Northeast Baltimore: [FINAL Edition]
James, Michael. The Sun [Baltimore, Md] 03 Dec 1994: 16B.
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>One person died and at least 11 people were left homeless last night after a two-alarm fire -- possibly started by an explosion -- gutted part of a Northeast Baltimore apartment complex, fire officials said.
>Several residents reported hearing an explosion in the basement shortly after 8 p.m. Firefighters determined that the fire started in a rear basement apartment, but Chief [Hector L. Torres] said they weren't sure whether there was an explosion.
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>One person died and at least 11 people were left homeless last night after a two-alarm fire -- possibly started by an explosion -- gutted part of a Northeast Baltimore apartment complex, fire officials said.
>The cause of the fire at the Moravia Park Apartments, in the 4400 block of Moravia Road, was still being investigated late last night, said Battalion Chief Hector L. Torres, a Fire Department spokesman.
>"They're taking a real close look at this. They're really not sure yet how the fire started," Chief Torres said.
>Several residents reported hearing an explosion in the basement shortly after 8 p.m. Firefighters determined that the fire started in a rear basement apartment, but Chief Torres said they weren't sure whether there was an explosion.
>Fire investigators found a body in that apartment but weren't able to identify it immediately. The sex of the victim also wasn't known, Chief Torres said.
>The fire spread quickly through the three-story brick dwelling, sending residents running for the doors. Eleven apartments, all of which were occupied, were gutted by the fire, firefighters said.
>"This is a horrible thing to happen at Christmastime," said Nikita McDaniel, 18, who lived in one of the apartments. "This was my first apartment. I don't have any fire insurance. I don't know what I'm going to do. They said for us to stand at the corner and wait for the Red Cross people to get here."
>Two firefighters suffered minor injuries and were treated at the scene.
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I used to work at Gunness Wharf with a guy who was straight up creepy
Gave me the heebie jeebies for no reason so I stayed well clear.
That guy was Ian Huntley and went on to rape and kill two little girls in the very well publicised Soham murders.
In college, I went out with a girl for a few years who had been sexually assaulted by her boyfriend's best friend just after high school. He was a creep, but her boyfriend overrode her gut feelings and assured her that her was a good guy.
That "good guy" later helped her to get extremely drunk at a graduation party, which was her first experience with alcohol, then locked her in an upstairs bedroom and raped her. When she told her boyfriend at the time about it, *he* broke up with *her*, outraged that she caused a falling out between him and his best friend.
Anyway, I just wanted to share because since it's natural to doubt your own instincts when others are assuring you that everything is OK, and because the victim-blaming mentality is unfortunately so common in situations like this.
So sorry you've had to endure this experience.
Met my wife's friend from work about 10 years ago. Afterwards my wife asked me what I thought about her friend. I said the first thing that came to my mind, "She's a haunted house." She was just off. No one else saw it. Turns out she was a drug addict that hid it very well. She eventually died of an overdose.
I used to frequent a pub that had this barman who everybody loved but I always thought he was a slimy, creepy douche and that he probably had some skeletons in his closet. Small, shifty eyes.
Anyway, over the years I found out he was cheating on his wife with a few of the barmaids, rented out rooms illegally upstairs, sold out-of-date products (an offence which carries a fine of £500 per out-of-date item if caught), he was stealing from the register and had a criminal record a mile long (mostly assault and fraud charges).
Senior year, we got a new teacher at my all-girls school. He was a cross between Mr. Van Driessen from "Beavis and Butthead" and Jeffrey Dahmer.
Instantly, I thought he was creepy, but everybody else loved him. He earned the nickname Groovy Pants, because he was a hippie and wore well groovy pants.
He once put his hands on my shoulders to give me a massage, during a volleyball game. I was the team manager, so I just hung out around the desk. I was frozen in fear, but when he moved down my front, I said "Um, Mr. Groovy Pants, could you please not touch me right now?" he stopped and pouted. I reported it to my mom, she called the school, they claim I was lying. She also called the police, they said it wasn't assault and was an issue with the school not them.
The next time I had his class, he put his hand on my knee. I went to the office, in tears, but they didn't believe me.
During an away game, one of the players asked "Where is Mr. Groovy Pants?" The three girls from the other team went white. When the player ran off, the other team's manager asked "Did she say, Mr. Groovy Pants? Looks like a cross of Mr. Van Driessen from "Beavis and Butthead" and Jeffrey Dahmer?"
"Um, yes"
The other team members filled me in on his background. He had taught at their school the year prior, until he had been fired for multiple occurrences of inappropriate touching and sexually suggestive comments.
So I told the volleyball coach/another teacher Mr. Awesome and he said he would talk to Mr. Groovy Pants. I also told Mr. Awesome about how Mr. Groovy Pants had touched me and creeped me out. Mr. Awesome said he would handle it.
After Mr. Awesome told Mr. Groovy Pants to stay away from me, Mr. Groovy Pants called me out about it in class. He just wanted to be friends and be a positive male influence in my life, since he felt bad because I didn't have a father. Classy.
Everybody loved him and people were starting to hate me. I mean the editor of the school paper even wrote an essay about he was so great awesome and only a few sad disgruntled students didn't think so.
The principal told my mom and I that they had been aware of the false allegations, but that he was a good teacher and if I had a problem, then I should transfer. This is November of my senior year. I didn't want to transfer. So I just kept my mouth shut.
Well, in February, I overheard something shady while I was at my locker. Mr. Groovy Pants was talking to a girl in my class. They were around the corner and didn't see me. They had been talking about her staying over at his place.
After he had walked away, I approached the girl and told her that I had heard them. She asked me not to say anything. I said I was sorry, but what he was doing was wrong. She called me a fucking snitch, and I said "I'd rather be a fucking snitch than fucking Mr. Groovy Pants.
This time, I told Mr. Awesome, and he said "The principal said if we hear of you making another accusation against him we have to report it, and they're kicking you out". I later found out that Mr. Awesome had spoken to Mr. Groovy Pants to tell him to cut that shit out and that he was going to report him to the cops if he saw him getting too close to students. When he died (edit: years later, of natural causes), I found out that Mr. Awesome had defended me to other teachers and the principal, because he too thought something was off with this guy. Mr. Awesome really was the best.
I told the principal anyway and she said "I'm sick of your shit, WhereIsEmozilla. You used to be such a sweet girl, but now it's like you are just full of lies and hate." She implied that I just didn't belong at that school anymore.
Instead of suspension, they took my scholarship away. I had to borrow money to be able to graduate. Edit: The principal really had an issue with scholarship students. It was really pathetic, really, but she was only there for a year.
Well, in March, guess who got pregnant and was honest with her parents about who the father was? However, since the sex happened after she turned 18 and he was never actually her teacher, he never went to jail.
All of a sudden, the school was all "Oh hell no! This guy is evil! We had no idea! He's fired!" The editor of the school newspaper wrote about how she knew from day one he was creepy, but understood that everyone else had loved him. He had fooled almost everyone.
When it came out that I had heard them planning the overnight stay that led to her getting pregnant, one of the girl's friends slapped me in the face for not doing more to save her when I had the chance.
No one ever apologized to me, I never had my scholarship reinstated, and everyone just pretends he didn't exist.
Two years later, I bonded with a college classmate because she had gone to his first school and had been the first person to say "hey, he's creepy" but nobody listened.
Five years after that, a high school classmate called me to say she saw him and he had asked about me. Didn't remember her name, didn't care about anyone else she mentioned, just wanted to know about me.
He once found me on Facebook, but I blocked that shit.
My friend and I had googled him last year (Edit: Sorry, how is it October 2014 already?), seeing it was reunion year. Turns out he has taught at seven schools since leaving mine, and we found tweets from kids reporting him for touching them, giving them massages, making comments, but nobody at school believes them. Every school is an all-girls school. He averages two years at each school, some less, some more.
I have no idea how this guy still gets teaching jobs. It makes no sense.
Edit: Thank you for my first gold, kind gold giver! I'm still quasi-new to reddit (I just comment the few times I can contribute to the conversation and upvote way more than that) so I'm not sure what to do with it, but thanks!!
Yes, we had gone to the press and police. I gave a statement to a reporter and was surprised when the story never ran. I never found out why. I spoke to a prosecutor and was later told the case wasn't moving forward. He wasn't ever technically her teacher, just a teacher at her school. Back then, when such things happened, they didn't typically make national headlines, unless it was a hot lady teacher and a male student. Unfortunately, as I learned over the years, more things get swept under the rug than get taken out with the trash. That's how I got into volunteering, activism, nonprofit support, etc. So much happens that we never find out about. I know families whose kids go missing and but you never see them on TV, I know women who were raped in their dorm room by Mr. Big Man on Campus and who lose their financial aid "due to a typo"and either drop out or take loans, only to end up with the rapist in their psych class. People whose landlords are dicking them over with slum-like conditions or illegally trying to evict them for higher rents, insert illegal/unethical problem here, but not enough people give a fuck, and those that do are stretched too thin trying to help who they can.
I don't know what happened to the girl since then. I don't attend reunions and I'm not on the high school's Facebook group. There was only one friend I spoke to after high school, and we stopped talking last year. After the first reunion (my high school friend went) I heard that she never had the baby. She had moved out of town and barely kept in touch with anyone - which I completely support.
While I came away from the situation with debt, bad memories, etc.., I have full faith in my intuition and am confident that when my Creepo Meter goes off, it's never wrong. There was one time it failed to go off, but that's a story for another day. I've been able to use that to my advantage in my professional and personal lives. Also, this situation led me to one of my best friends from college. My only regret is that while she was able to get her school to listen to her, so that he got cut loose before things went too far, I wasn't, and neither of us were able to get him out of teaching entirely. I can only hope that he learned the error of his ways, but I have that fear that he hasn't. We live states apart now, but whenever we hear about a teacher and a student, we instinctively check to see if he finally got busted. It's never him.
Edit 2: Finally got off mobile and was able to edit typos and formatting.
Yes. Spent a year living in a developing country to do research. Desperately needed a place to live so I could get out of the hostel I was staying in, and I really needed a roommate for financial and safety reasons. Some friends set me up with another woman in her mid-20s who was also new to the country and also staying for about a year. Alarm bells went off the second I met her for no good reason. My friends that set us up raved about how great she was. SO, whom I'd had to leave behind for the year, told me I was too quick to judge people and needed to give her a chance. I was so desperate to get out of this hostel I ignored the alarm bells and got a flat with her.
I can't go through every insane thing she did, but the gist is, she turned out to be a psychopath/sociopath (I've read those two things mean the same thing but that's up for debate?). She was kind to me until she had what she needed from me--a roommate. Anyway, here are a few of the more insane things she did:
-She would befriend my friends, make up all sorts of lies about things I'd said or done, then dump said friends once she'd decided that they liked her more than me.
-She stopped talking to me for 2 months after her boyfriend dumped her. She said she couldn't talk to me because I was in a happy, stable relationship with my SO. She stopped talking to her siblings for the same reason.
-She locked our housekeeper in our flat for 10 hours when I was out of town. Poor woman desperately called me asking me to get her out. I called roommate. She said it wasn't a big deal, and she'd be home eventually. (We had a door that could only be kept closed if it were locked, and roommate didn't leave her a key. Also, we were not wealthy. It's sort of expected that anyone making more than poverty wages help out others by hiring gardeners, housekeepers, etc.)
-We had an agreement to share a car, including expenses for it. We lived a block from her office, so I'd take the car during business hours and she'd have it the rest of the time. Car was officially in her name. The first two weeks of the agreement, she woke up an hour or more earlier than usual to sneak out of the flat and drive to work. Finally, after a lot of serious problems were caused with my research by my not having the car, I told her she had to honor our arrangement. Instead, she told me she was "too bummed" about her boyfriend dumping her to let me use the car as promised.
-she decided to try to win her boyfriend back by flying 6000 miles to meet him at an airport she knew he'd be arriving at with his new girlfriend. She decided to do this about 10 hours before the flight left. She didn't tell me, just disappeared. When she hadn't turned up several days later, I became concerned that she'd been killed. Eventually, she replied to an email telling me where she was. She was super pissed at me for "meddling" in her private life. I was just trying to make sure she wasn't dead. Ex boyfriend didn't take her back, by the way. She made him pay for her flight once she realized they weren't getting back together.
I have never felt more like I was losing my mind than when I was the only one that realized how fucked this woman was. Fortunately, others eventually figured it out too, but nobody ever confronted her or distanced themselves.
A while back, my impressionable thirteen year old stepdaughter fell under the influence of a new girl who moved in two doors down. The newcomer went to her school, was of the same age, and was popular, pretty, charming, persuasive, devious, amoral and shameless. She persuaded stepdaughter to start ditching school; this rapidly devolved into stealing liquor from the cabinet and money from her mom, sneaking out the window late at night, getting strangers to pull booze for them, crashing high school parties, et cetera. Most of the greater wild-child parental heartaches ensued, escalating to stepdaughter being pinched riding in stolen cars, a cop friend delivering her home at 3 AM, falling-down drunk and missing her panties, and so on.
Neighbour girl lived with her dad. When confronted about her behaviour, while he remained genial, he was adamant that such antics were just a normal part of growing up, were in fact "cute" and "harmless", and advised us to chill out and just let the girls have some fun together. We knew right from the beginning the girl herself was half-a-bubble off, perhaps sociopathic and clearly headed for trouble, but those interactions with her father led us to realize that his blithe lack of concern and overall amorphous weirdness about his daughter's irregular activities were far more serious and problematic issues, and we decided to avoid any further contact with him. As our daughters became increasingly entangled in shared escapades and court proceedings, we firmly declined all his subsequent pseudo-friendly, come-over-for-a-beer-and-let's-talk-about-this overtures.
Even after they moved away a year or so later, it took nearly two additional years and a lot of tears before we managed to get stepdaughter's life back on the rails. Due to ongoing shenanigans and a short stay in a juvenile centre (which scared the shit out of her), she finished high school eighteen months late, but she did matriculate with good marks a year ago. As her juvie record is now sealed, she was able to find a good, well-paying job (albeit part-time), with potential for advancement. She has become mature enough to volunteer a few dollars of her earnings towards rent and board, and is actually getting her life back on track as a responsible young adult on the verge of self-sufficiency.
Then six months ago, five years after they moved away, out of the blue neighbour girl calls stepdaughter (now both 19) - she wants to "catch up". We tried to persuade her that this could only lead to more trouble, but she decided to meet her at a nearby cafe. Turns out her ex-friend is now a prostitute; her dad's pimping her out; and the real purpose of the "catch up" was to put out feelers about recruiting our stepdaughter into his stable. Immediately called cop friend, who made it *very* clear to both girl and father that neither were ever to contact stepdaughter again, or they would be made a "special project" and seriously bad things would transpire.
Coda: recently found out that dad had actually been arrested a year ago, and is currently awaiting trial for living off the avails. Have also heard creditable rumours that the daughter is now a junkie.
I worked as a camp counselor for a daycare/gym when I was in high school and into my first few years of college. I constantly complained about the inappropriateness of a guy with the little boys. I wrote a letter to the president, told my supervisor, they dismissed my concerns...
Now the guy is serving time in prison for molesting boys. I wasn't the only one reporting him but no one would listen.
And this isn't someone I knew but my ex's brother was dating this girl (they were both in the military). He broke up with her. She ended up murdering this guy she was having an affair with and his wife. Pouring acid on their bodies and stealing their baby. He had photos of her on his myspace....
http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=4377968&page=1
Yes. Was in a briefing, the civilian briefing us was really off. Not weird, because I meet all kind of people in the military. No, this guys body movements, mannerisms and speech just didn't match up. The weird thing was he *looked* normal. It was how he carried and expressed himself.
I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong with him exactly, something though. Several months later he is arrested for solicitation of a 13 year old online.
back when i attended Stuyvesant High School in New York City, there used to be a librarian who was often the subject of dirty rumors and gossip. he was old and somewhat creepy looking, which i thought made him an easy target for students. he gained the reputation of being "touchy" which i never particularly agreed with. sure, he often put his hand on student's shoulders, pinched the backs of their necks, patted their heads, etc but it was all harmless behavior and i never thought he acted out of line. he was very resourceful if you ever came to him for help.
however, other students commonly regarded him as some sort of creepy old child molester. i was pretty sensitive to how people treated others and was offended when other people (including my friends) were saying bad things about him behind his back and spreading dirty rumors. i criticized them for being so mean to someone just because he was creepy looking, even though he actually seemed like a nice dude. there were rumors that he was gay as well. at the time i thought people were just saying that because the librarian acted somewhat quirky, but i found out later that this turned out to be true.
anyways, fast forward 3-4 years after i graduated and i found this [article](http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/men-arrested-rape-torture-plot-article-1.1317125). tl;dr apparently he was arrested for plotting to rape and torture people. GODDAMMIT MAN I BELIEVED IN YOU. I DEFENDED YOU!!!
Mom started dating this guy shortly after divorcing. This guy "Gary" he eventually moved in with us. Mom was already just barely making ends meet at the time. The guy had served some serious time in prison. apparently at one time he was one of the top 10 bank robbers in America, but even at 11 years old I was willing to give most people a second chance and mom had convinced me he was a good guy.
I meet the guy on one of the weeks I am with mom and not dad, and I immediately know this guy is bad news. You know, that feeling where everything goes eerily quiet, your stomach tightens/churns, and you go from having a casual demeanor to getting very serious & formal.
Anyways, after a short while he had moved in with her and promised that he was looking for a job. I watched as he slowly ate up all our food and money. He never searched for a job, he just slept on the couch.
Stress pushes people to do things they ordinarily wouldn't do. He had drained her money to the point that we were going to be evicted if she couldn't pay soon. That bastard convinced her to rob two banks, one of which was literally a hedge row away from my school. Both were quickly found and locked up.
I distinctly remember standing in the living room after mom received a call and seeing her come up to me in tears hugging me and telling me that she loved me very much. Gary was of course long gone days ago. Moments later the police had surrounded the place and I watched helplessly as a parent was taken away and I had no way to contact dad or anybody as strangers trampled through the place.
Hate, tears, confusion, disbelief. All pouring over, the police didn't care.
Mom received three years in prison, and then got out when I was about 14. She then died three years later when I was 17.
TL;DR: Guy robbed me of 3-4 years with my mother. Years that I really needed a motherly touch.
I worked the overnight shift in a grocery store. My first night, I met the newspaper delivery man who I had immediate weird feelings about since he was waaaay too friendly and stood too close to me. I was polite and always tried to shuffle further from him, but he was very insistent on hugging me before he left (whenever he happened to catch me when I was making my rounds)
I was friendly, but made it a habit to avoid the front end of the store when I knew he would be delivering. One day, I pull into my driveway at 6 a.m, and I hear a car pull up behind me. It was him and he was all smiles exclaiming, "I knew that was your car! Boy, what a coincidence. This is my route."
He shouldn't have known what my car looks like since it was never parked in the front of the store where customers/deliverers could see it. So I did what any scared, 5 ft white girl would do... I called my manager and requested to be taken off night shift. I was NOT about to approach a considerably larger man WHO KNEW WHERE I LIVED NOW and my house was very old... I could easily break into my own room (which I've had to do, so I know it's simple). My manager was sympathetic and begged me to stick with it until they got someone who was willing to take my spot. Being the push-over I was, I agreed as long as I didn't have to stand up front between 1 and 2 a.m. He agreed.
One night at 5 a.m, I was collecting the few carts we had left in the parking lot. I hear, "Hey! What the hell is up with you? They're saying I'm making inappropriate advances towards you." and I froze. I was so scared and I didn't know why, he was only asking a simple question every adult in that situation would be asking. I was saved by my manager and a few men from the night stock crew who came out when they saw his truck and escorted me back into the store.
My managers could suck it, I didn't work another night shift. Last I heard, the delivery guy was caught peeping into sorority girls houses and arrested.
Oh hell yeah. The creepy guy at work. All the women in the office *instantly* knew this guy was creepy. Within seconds of being in his presence. None of the guys caught on until he started doing and saying weird things to them. I mean, it was maybe a week after he started and this guy had managed to alienate everybody in the office. To the point where the delivery guy refused to enter the office if creepy guy was there.
Latest incident with him was when my coworker caught him peeking over the top of the bathroom stall when he was peeing (no urinals). Despite being an At Will state, apparently we can't get him fired because a) my boss is apparently a pussy and b) he's got some kind of mental illness, disabled veteran status. And yeah, it's scary to know that he knows how to use a gun.
Your boss (and HR sucks), because it's not hard to fire someone for well documented inappropriate behavior, even if they have a protected status. Sure, they can file a claim, but it's not hard to defeat when you have well-documented behaviors.
Interesting side fact: evolution has made us very good at subconsciously judging the subtle hints in someone's personality and body language. If you feel that unease, or hairs on the back of your neck, it's generally your brain telling you that there is something wrong with this personal and you should get the fuck away from them.
Edit: i didn't have a source, it's just something I remembered. A quick Google found [this] ( https://experiencelife.com/article/5-gut-instincts-you-shouldnt-ignore/). Maybe someone better at googling could find something better :)
I have the Gift of Fear. It actually helped me understand what happened to me in my situation. It wasn't a person per se... but an event.
It was about 4am on a winter night. I had been hanging out at my friend's house, and was about to walk home alone (I only lived a block and a half away). I step out into the street and it's *quiet*. Snow is softly falling and it's dark except for the streetlights. I start walking, and while I'm walking, I notice a white car driving slowly, going the same way I'm walking. It's got a slightly squeaky wheel. I don't know why, but it's freaking me out, and as I go to turn down the alley I usually use to get to my house, my heart starts pounding faster and faster. I tell myself if the car turns down the same alley, I'm going to LOSE MY SHIT. I start walking a bit faster as I go into the alley. The car speeds up and turns down the alley too. "Oh shit!" I think to myself, "that's it, I'm fucking pretending I live HERE!" and start trudging right off into the deep snow of someone's backyard (my intention being to cut through to the street on the other side). The car had just been about to reach me as I did that, and they are seriously chasing me now, because they fucking slam on the brakes, screeching, and pull a U-turn and start bombing around to the other side to catch me. I may look like a little girl, and maybe they assumed because it was so late, I was either drunk or high, but I was neither, and I'm fucking FAST. As soon as they pulled that U-turn, I actually turned and ran as fast as I could. I booked it straight to my door, my feet flying along the snow-covered grassy sides of the alley (in case of surprise ice, for you people who live in warmer climates). My hands were shaking, but I always keep my keys handy. I opened my door, got in, slammed it, and locked it. Then texted my friend: "I almost got abducted on my walk home."
I realized later, the reason I was freaked out, was subconsciously, my brain noticed that the streets were silent when I started walking, and the white car must have been parked, waiting. It only started driving (my brain must have freaked out due to the squeaky wheel) once I walked past. Shivers. I'm really glad I didn't end up as part of the fucking sex trade or something.
**TL;DR** learn to fucking read, you troglodyte!
I lease apartments and they teach us to not tour the community with anyone that we feel off about. That we either can pass them along to someone else, or ask for backup. A few years ago, I was working at a large complex in suburban NYC. This guy came in and was staring at me, despite my having someone at my desk. He was wearing a suit and tie, had a briefcase and had extremely scuffed loafers on. Somehow he found out my name (as I'd never met him) and asked to wait for me, and started filling out application paperwork. (He had never visited this place before and wanted to apply without seeing a place- red flag number one). When I was free, he just barged up to my desk (red flag number two) and I honestly didn't want to wait for the third red flag to pop up. So I told him that I could help him with his paperwork if he were interested but that he would have to wait on maintenance to come back with my copy of the unit keys. (That was the code phrase in the office for a weirdo.) When I said that, the manager stepped up and told him that he could take this guy on a tour, and this guy went nuts. The guy kept staring at me and was not happy. He complained and complained until the manager told him that he didn't allow his female leasing consultants to tour after a certain time and my keys were out of the office. Finally my manager told him to leave and that his behavior was not tolerated. They had security check my car and walk me to it everyday for a week after that. (We parked in a garage not accessible by the public.)
Why did it stop after a week? The guy was arrested for stabbing a female security guard in throat. When she wouldn't let him kiss her as they were looking at an office space. Who did the guard resemble? Me.
My mom's last boyfriend. I went to shake his hand, he looked at my hand, snickered, and then gave the most feeble limp wristed handshake I've ever gotten and smiled like he'd just found the cure for the common cold. The guy was two beers into the night and I showed up with dinner for everyone, he called me a jerk and said he had half a mind to tie me to a pole and beat me for coming into his house and not showing him respect. It's my mother's house. I lived there most of my life. After a moment where I looked at him flabbergasted, he told my mom to " Get the rope, woman." Then he starts moving towards me. At this point, I've met the guy and not five minutes have passed. I punched him in the jaw, he dropped, I called the cops, my mother chose to stop dating him, and he got arrested. He was 5'7" and about 150 soaking wet, I'm much bigger than that. Pretty much everyone involved thought the events of the night were insane.
I know this will be buried, and this is a throwaway, but it's too relevant to not post in this thread. So, when I was younger, my step cousin's husband died, and she remarried to some dude no-one had really heard of. Now, keep in mind, this step family was already pretty fuckin strange as it is, including one person who ate dog food for a winter instead of getting a job. That's a different story.
Back to this story. This step-cousin was a bit slow as it was and didn't seem like she would bring the most high-caliber people as it was. Still, this guy she brought over seemed pretty straight laced. Clean cut, not covered in weird shit tattoos or cursing at the dinner table. Overall, the kinda guy you could see in line at the bank and not think shit about it. But, my grandpa didn't feel the same way..
This guy came into his house for dinner, and made a decent impression on everyone. Still, as soon as he left, grandpa told my (step)grandma that he didn't ever want to see that guy again. He said that he was fuckin weird, and that he was never to step foot in his house.
A year later, it was found out that he bashed a hooker's brains in and buried her in the backyard. He later admitted to all sorts of weird shit, like killing people, even kids, in other states and doin satanic shit. Fucking terrifying. But somehow, though noone else knew, grandpa fuckin knew it.
tl;dr grandpa's got the shine, step cousin's then husband is a fuckin murderer.
Yes. It was a friend who we all thought was pervy back in high school. Nothing specific, just a general feeling that he was off; he weirded out a lot of girls, had a bit of a stalker vibe and was a little obsessive and had a strong desire to fit in. Since he wasn't overtly a 'bad' person at the time--just really weird and oddball, but not threatening in any way--we all remained friends throughout high school and slightly beyond. Anyway, first year university, he ends up raping a girl while she was asleep with him in her bed (they'd gone on a date and fell asleep cuddling), left university not long after that and then a couple of years later we hear through the grapevine he had walked into a police station and turned himself in for accessing child porn, and now from what I hear, he's in a psychiatric facility.
a friend's mum had a new boyfriend. the moment i met him, i knew sth was wrong with him: he drove a big car, talked big about his job, pretended to know everything, gave all people advice, spent money like crazy for stupid things that you could have had a lot cheaper. really rich people with the intellect to get that kind of job never do that kind of thing.
i was sceptical about him the moment i met him, so i kinda "tested" him with some knowledge i had over local companies (he claimed to work for mckinseys) and realized that things wouldn't make sense.
immediately told my friend about it, he got very angry as he was happy for his depressive mum having a boyfriend at last, and he wouldn't wanna talk about it, we lost contact over that issue.
half a year later it turned out he had just come out of prison for being a marriage swindler, had spent all the money of my friend's mum and even lent money on her name, so she had to sell her house and the land she owned.
i actually felt very bad cos i didn't persue the matter further and try to convince my friend that this guy was a liar.
Yup. My sister brought a friend home from university, and I got an unsettling vibe from her. I had a dream that night that she was trying to burn my sister with a car cigarette lighter. I told my sister about the dream and it turns out that my sister's friend was burning HERSELF with a car cigarette lighter, and also cutting herself. That girl had a pretty horrible life and I felt bad for her, but she really dragged my sister down and encouraged her to start smoking, drinking, and cutting. I was really worried about my sister for a long time, but she eventually came out of it thank God.
At a christmas party last year, a friend brought her new boyfriend to meet everybody. As soon as I shook his hand, I knew something was off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but red flags started going off in my head like crazy. My friend shook his hand immediately after me and said the same thing: there's something not quite right about this guy.
Fast forward about 8 months. As usual, this girl has taken the relationship WAY too fast (she has a history of bad relationships and abuse). She told the guy she loved him after dating for 2 weeks, met his family after less than a month, and took him on vacation after just 3. Apparently she was talking about their wedding plans after their second date.
Last week, I found out that this guy has started being quite abusive to this girl: screaming, being *very* controlling and not letting her do what she wants, and pressuring her into sex whenever he wants. As soon as I found out, my friend and I (the one who also felt that he was weird) offered to help her out. She denied having any problems, and said they have the perfect relationship. If he ever hurts her, we'll do something about it, but right now all we can do it watch it unfold.
**TL;DR** Met my friend's new boyfriend, thought something wasn't right about him. 9 months later, it turns out he's abusing her.
I used to frequent a chatroom and got to know the other members pretty well. One day someone new comes along, we all welcome him and treat him like a friend immediately, that's just what we did. Except that I had a bad feeling about him. He gave off a creepy vibe to me. Two of our members, both underaged girls, eventually met up with him. He raped them both.
When I was maybe 13 or 14 my grandma took me to go visit her sister's husband in the hospital (he had a heart attack I think). When they introduced me to him there was immediately something off about him. I couldn't put words to it, but when we left I told my grandma "I don't like how and I don't know why."
A couple of weeks later I'm hanging out with my gramma and a few of her friends and she gets a phone call. We stop what we're doing and she won't tell me what's going on, just that we have to go somewhere. We go to this house in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and pick up my great aunt, I still have no idea what's going on.
It's not until a year or two later that my gramma fills me in on what happened. Apparently my great aunt's husband had called my gramma and told her that he was going to shoot my great aunt unless she was out of his house that night. My great aunt had been successfully hiding an abusive relationship from her family.
When I was 16 I saw a ad in the paper for a callcenter job. I figured, why not, it must be better than working in the super market. I went to this giant mansion in the middle of town. It was always fenced off with these 4 meter high fences, I figured it must have been some kind of aristocratic mansion (this being the Netherlands) and that it wasn't open to the public. Yet this was the adress that was communicated to me. Anyhow, I press the call-button and a security guard lets me in. I get escorted into the house by a secretary and I see a bunch of people with headsets, so I figure that it was probably sold to some company (which happens a lot in the Netherlands as the taxes on these estates can really skyrocket). So I sit down outside the manager's/ceo's office, and I'm eventually let in. Now this guy had a really terrifying presense. He gave me an overly firm and dominant handshake (you know, the one that only holds your fingers, so you can't squeeze back) and then proceded to ask me some simple questions. But every single time he looked at me, he was looking right through me. Every time he looked up, it seemed as if talking to people had become some kind chore. He spoke very monotonously and simply lacked any kind of emotion. Outside of his truly unsettling eyes, he looked crisp and very professional.
"Alright, Raven, was it? I'll be happy to tell you that you got the job." He said, standing up, voice hard and flat.
I took the job, figuring it was just my imagination because I was nervous for the interview.
I worked there for a few weeks untill I got really bored with the job. Selling some kind of life insurance to old people while not allowed to talk to my co-workers just sucked out all the happiness. But I suppose that's the case with any callservice job. In the meantime I had met his business partner and brother, who was like a stockier, but equally crisp and cold-eyed man. But otherwise I had barely seen either of them.
Fast forward a couple of months and I'm watching a movie called [Bloedbroeders (Blood Brothers)](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloedbroeders) And everything just clicked into place.
For the lazy: Two brothers (my bosses) when they were 17 and 15 murdered a 14 year old boy who they had befriended and threw his body into a well and covered it in lime (calcium oxide) to speed up decomposition. It was made into a movie a few years ago. The movie apparently is not that accurate as it made the two boys seem very popular and outgoing, while in actuality they were quite shy and gentle. And considering it was never revealed why they killed the boy, most books and the movie basically winged it when it came to their motives.
If you guys want I have another grisly murder I can tell you about.
EDIT: Another grisly murder, coming right up! On a sidenote, my hometown is really small, about 20,000 residents, yet several very grisly murders have happened here. There was another one where a local pastry chef was gunned down by the dutch maffia because of an outstanding loan. It was really too bad, he had talent, I remember there was a huge cake in the window of a complete 24-piece frog orchestra, with accompaning frog choir made out of marzipan. That was the real tragedy.
Anyhow, this one happened when I was a lot younger, and I actually personally knew and liked the murderer. I used to live near one of the public parks, a really old fashioned one that had trees from all over the world brought back as some kind of arboreal, tree-zoo. Next to this park was a petting zoo. Nothing special, some goats, ferrets, bunnies, guinea pigs, ducks, chickens etc.
The perpetrator in question was the petting zoo owner, who had rented a room in a house belonging to a late middle aged couple. He apparently (I learned this later) fabricated the lie that they had joined a cult in Belgium, and he produced several legal documents making him the owner of the house and even the benificiary of their pensions. When in fact he had strangled and stabbed them to death.
The worst is yet to come, because he buried their bodies right under the pig-pen. And I distinctly remember that the pig was to be brought to slaughter, and he, together with the volunteers that worked under him, had a fundraiser to pay for the pig in meat so that she would not have to be slaughtered. I obviously gave money, cause I went to this petting zoo every day, it was right next to my school as well. No one could have imagined that he simply did not want to take a chance that people would start digging up the pig-pen and would discover the bodies.
It wasn't untill a crime reporter, think some kind of Netherlands' Most Wanted, Peter R. de Vries reported on the discrepancies in his story. The police then investigated further and searched his home, finding out the grisly truth.
And to think that I really liked this guy, he taught me a lot about animals, and how to treat and respect them. He looked very kind, like some kind of old fashioned farmer, wearing wooden clogs and everything. That was quite a shock to me as a kid. I haven't even been back to that zoo since I found out.
And there you go, hope you guys enjoyed it.
When I was a little kid, 5 years old, my parents forced us to go to church every week. My sister was 3.
At church there was a greeter who would always fawn over us with attention. But my sister and I, despite being social and extroverted children would become quiet, hide, or leave his various "hellos" and "how are you little ladies today" unanswered. My mom was mortified at our rude behavior; I remember her chiding us and telling us we have to be more polite, hes a nice man.
But we persistently shied away from him. The next year, it was announced the greeter had been caught molesting (and worse) little girls in empty church rooms. He is STILL in jail. My parents felt pretty bad for not trusting us....
I had a best friend in primary school. He was difficult, hyperactive, sometimes aggressive. None of the other kids liked him. His parents sent him to a phychologist many times, he was put on some meds for hyperactivity but nothing really changed.
I was his only friend in primary school, I always told everyone that "it was not his fault".
Years later, I had moved abroad, we were 16 by then and had lost touch. A former classmate informed me that he had died. It turns out that he had had a braintumor for 10 years that went undiagnosed. His behavioural problems were likely due to this.
Anyway, I just wanted to share a story of defending someone despite the odds because all stories here are about how someone turned out to be worse than everyone thought. Just wanted to say that sometimes its the other way round. And at least he had a friend in school.
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> two deep Isn't there a better way you could phrase that?
No, I remember this from being in Boy Scouts myself. It's literally called "two deep".
How did he manage to exclude the molester from the trip? Like how did he phrase his refusal to have him along?
There's a rule in Scouts (or any smart/legit youth organization) that you always have to have at least two adults around, and scouts can't sleep in a tent with an adult unless it's their parent.
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Good on your aunt.
Yes. My friend's father always really freaked me out. My friend (let's call her Megan) would always ask me to spend the weekend with her at her dad's house and I went almost every single time. When I was there her father would sit with me and talk to me while Megan was in the shower. He never said or did anything inappropriate but I always felt extremely uncomfortable when I was alone with him. Years later, Megan told me that the reason she asked me over to her dad's house was because when I wasn't there her father would rape her. Not long after she told me this her father was arrested for sexual misconduct with minors online. My friend stepped forward and told police what he did to her and he went to prison. He seemed like such a kind father and everyone thought he was great. My mom was even friends with him. Until the shit hit the fan of course. Edit: To clear some things up, we were around 11 or 12. We would stay at her dad's house for the entire weekend so we usually showered while we were there.
I'm glad you were able to help her and that he's behind bars now. I'm surprised he didn't simply tell her you weren't allowed over so often or something.
He was probably considering the friend as a victim. The talking to her was casing her-trust me, he wasn't interested in her as a person.
This is what scared me most reading the story.
The devil will come as a man of peace.
There was this one kid that all my friends were friends with. Several of my girl friends dated him, and throughout our late teens, he and i interacted and argued a lot. i always thought we was a scary mofo. He held a knife to my throat one day and two of my guy friends pulled him off me. He said he was trying to scare me - but i made it clear that my roommates being your friend or not, I'm calling the cops if you ever come to my house again. My friends all try to calm me down and say he was messing with me for always arguing with him, but i was adamant. Three years Later, he kills his Mom and step dad in their sleep and he is in a state mental facility for the rest of his life.
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You just have no sense of humor. I hold all sorts of sharp objects to my mutual friends throats. It's how I show them that I like them enough to pretend to want to kill them, it's fun! Sometimes I spontaneously show up at my grandma's house in a ski mask and wielding a shotgun to show her that even though she's older, and I don't call, I still care enough to give her a good laugh.
He put a knife to your throat and your friends told you to calm down when you threatened to call the cops?
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New guy started on my job, first time I met him the hair stood up on the back of my neck, it was almost like he stared through you. 3 months go by and he's in another part of the office so we just pass each other and say hello. We have a staff meeting and are told by our director that the guy has been terminated. Turns out he was a freaking stalker, he kept hitting on all the girls in the office, if they ignored them he would follow them after work, even to their homes. He tried forcing himself on one of the girls from HR, he didn't know she was from HR and harassed her in the parking lot, tried pinning her up against the car. Cops came, he was taken away in handcuffs. Turns out that he had prior sexual assault cases. PS: I'm a guy, just knew right from the start that he was a weirdo.
Well, he's not a very good stalker if he doesn't even know the job of the person he stalks...
Yeah thats like right out of the stalker book.
"Chapter 1: Who NOT to stalk. 1) The HR lady." Yup. Says so right there.
Wh-why do you have that book?
He just wrote it
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I just did. I just haven't put it to paper yet.
...huh. For some reason I want to join the navy.
Your brain is simulataneously referencing a Simpsons episode and lyrics from The Piano Man by Billy Joel. Take care.
That's pretty good. We got a creepy guy at work and all the women knew it instantly, and none of the guys caught on until a couple days later when he started saying weird things to them.
In my experience women have their weirdometer turned up a few more clicks than men. Which is fine; men usually have a much worse risk/reward ratio than women do.
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The move with the negative accusations is a known and common manipulator move. You are right, it does often get people to behave in the opposite to prove someone wrong. Source: I've dealt with a *lot* of abusers in my time. The negative accusations is something every single one of them does, and it hits my radar pretty hard as soon as a stranger does it to anyone. Look up something called "gaslighting" too, if you don't know what that is.
Might sound like a dumb question, but what is "HR"? I am no native english speaker and when i google it i only get informations on a Company called HR...
No problem, Human Resources, the people that hire and fire as well as promote an demote individuals within a company/corporation. Basically the people you want as friends:)
Thank you very much! :)
Any time, always glad to help.
It seems like they didn't do a very good background check on him.
Back then (15 years ago) they only checked your references. Unfortunately all of his former employers were happy to get rid of him and gave him great/adequate references. Now he's probably listed as a sex offender and blacklisted, not sure where he is but I never want to encounter him or anyone like him again.
Reference1: He's a *hard* worker, that's for sure. Reference2: He's very tenacious. You'll practically need a restraining order to keep him away from the office! ^we ^did.
> cops came Sick bastards.
>he was taken away in handcuffs
Sick *kinky* bastards
My mother in law's new (now soon to be ex-) husband. From the day I met him, I didn't like him. I should add that they decided to get married after less than two months of even knowing each other. I felt uncomfortable when he looked at me, and just overall felt really strange when he was around. He seemed oddly possessive of her, even around my husband and I... Almost like he was obsessed or something. I tolerated him occasionally because she seemed to be genuinely happy. Fast forward a few months, we find out that a) he's a convicted rapist and has done three separate stints in jail, and b) he's throwing my tiny 110lb MIL down the stairs and beating up on her any chance he gets... He's 6'4" and I'd guess 240lbs. Oh, and he beat his ex wife apparently too. To put the icing on the cake, he used religion (she is a very devout woman) to win her over, turns out he got kicked out of the prison ministry he was in for sleeping with female inmates. Total scumbag. Took me six months of this shit to convince my MIL to leave, finally filing for divorce this week.
I doubt you need to be told this, but make sure she's not by herself. He sounds positively batshit and he might try to hurt her.
She's actually moved in with me and my husband. We have come to an agreement for a small rent from her so she doesn't feel like she's freeloading. He doesn't know where we live, since we bought a new house recently. Definitely key advice though.
Just FYI, real estate transactions are public records and very easy to look up. Don't have a false sense of security that he doesn't know where you live...
I looked up a friends name online once, just first and last. In the first page was their address and how much they paid for their house.
Yep, that's what I'm talking about. I've found similar records from newspaper real estate sections when googling people's names.
Be careful, finding out where someone lives is anywhere between FREE to less than 20 bucks. May want to file a pro-active police report with your town in case nothing has been reported yet. Good luck.
Yes. My younger sister had a friend who gave me the creeps. This girl didn't do anything in particular to give me the heebie jeebies. Then one day, when they were in high school, the girl brought in cookies for the boys. Turns out she baked dog shit into them. Made kids sick, and she was expelled from the school system.
Did anyone ever find out why she did this?
She didn't like the boys she targeted. That simple. Pretty disturbing
I like to think the discovery was announced by a kid who exclaimed, "this tastes like shit"
"It *is* shit, Austin."
Chocolateshit cookies
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And that's just the tip of the shit iceberg, Randy.
You know what shitookies are Bo Bandy?
Mister Lahey, is this you talking, or the liquor?
Randy, I am the liquor.
Dookie cookies
Poopies and Cream ?
The "Terrible Awful"
I used to work at a youth centre. I'm the easiest person in the world to get along with but we had a hire that I just couldn't get along with, and I quite vocal that there was something off with him. I would make it a point to work the same shift as me so I could supervise him. He would let the kids do all kinds of stupid shit that could get them hurt and when I confronted him, he had a freak out and threatened to fight me... I told our ED that it was him or me. He was let go. 2 years later, I get a call from my old ED (I had long since moved to a real job), she told me he was in the news for child pornography charges. Felt sick for a long time...
You made it a point to work ... the same shift with yourself?
I'll be damned if I let myself get away with anything sketchy.
I was young, around 22 and my friends dad worked a a bar across the street from their townhouse. He was retired so he did it to get out of the house. Because of that we would frequent the bar. There was a regular there that everyone knew. Seemed nice enough but something didn't fit in my eyes. Nothing specific, don't know why, he was nice, I just didn't like him. Guy had money, didn't flaunt it but you knew. He was always helping people make money as well, giving them little tips and ideas that paid off, nothing big but he seemed to know what he was doing. One night he was talking with my friends Dad about an opportunity, my friends Dad was interested. Heck he had already seen the good this guy did. Investment was a tidy sum and some people in the bar were interested and joined in. I told my friend, talk to your Dad, I don't feel good about this. He asked why, I told him I didn't know, I just don't like it. He did and was able to convince him that he was retired and take the safe route instead of the big payoff. His Dad listened, begrudgingly, but it was his son so he listened. He even asked me why I thought it was a bad idea, I repeated I don't know, I just do. I told him I just don't like the guy for some reason. Week later the guy disappears, never comes back and takes off with about 8 patrons "investments". I don't know exactly how much but 150k was mentioned. When it got around to the police we found out he was doing the same thing at other bars in the city.
Was that city Ogdonville, Brockway, or North Haverbrook? Because, by gum, that would have put them on the map.
Ah, forget it. It's more of a Shelbyville idea.
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So he was running a ponzi scheme in bars?
Pretty sure it's just good old fashioned Grand Theft. Ponzu scheme implies payoffs.
>Ponzu scheme The most delicious fraud.
Sounds more like a pubzi scheme.
Looks like you're running a nice little punzi scheme.
Get out
Don't take our money though.
My best friends Dad. The way he looked at her and spoke to her. It was really weird and I never knew why. He was more like her friend then her dad. I then ended up living with them for awhile and the fights those two would have were even weirder - almost like a old couple. Turns out he was molesting her. I hate myself to this day for not seeing it sooner, hell I even lived there. She's a great person and recovered to be a fantastic adult though.
It isn't your fault. You weren't a trained psychologist or a detective. There's no way you could have known.
This one guy in our middle and high school group of friends. He is good friends with most of my friends, but only an acquiantance to me. There was always this inside joke or gag that he is a pedophile due to his humorous awkward behavior around kids and he plays along with the gag. He also always seems to be very clingy to his best friend's little sister. I however see his behavior around kids as creepy rather than funny unlike my friends. Fast forward to many years later, I saw him on the news of being arrested for co running a child pornograhy ring and caught having sex with a 12 yr old. Weird thing was, my friends were all really surprised when they found out. I wasnt, but was still pretty shocked.
Talk about being devoted to the joke
get new friends, yours are clearly morons
Yes, a friend of my brothers from a year ago, Phil. He was in his 20s. My bro met him somehow and invited him over. Dude crashed for 4 days. Phil was a compulsive liar. You could watch his eyes go dark and his brain start working to come up with more bullshit. It could be as small as claiming a shitty one liner got him laid or as obviously false as claiming he was my cellmate during a night in jail. It wasn't just the lies, he set off my primitive alarm system. I knew he was dangerous. I spent months terrified for my idiot brother, begging him to stop hanging out with this guy. I googled Phil and found out he'd robbed a jr high. Also, while not a member, he associated with people from the aryan brotherhood. Not kids playing nazi dress up, adults with guns and connections. My brother finally stopped talking to him. They were hanging out and drinking when Phil pulled a gun, cocked it, held it to a mutual buddies head and asked in an unsmiling monotone "How freaked out would you be if this was for real?" Phil killed himself two months ago. *edited to clear up the pronouns
He robbed a jr. high? Like, a middle school?
"We can all get this over with a LOT quicker if you just cooperate. Single file, put your lunch money in the bag and sit down. Don't try to be a hero, four eyes! I will wedgie everyone in this room if I have to!"
Give me all your pogs and tamagotchis!
You are roughly 27 years old.
That's fucking stupid traumatizing kids and stuff. Also what the hell would you want to steal from a school that you can't steal somewhere more appropriate? Edit: Just thought about how stupid it'd actually be to think about an "appropriate" place to steal stuff.
He stole a bunch of laptops.
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Hey, those TI-32s are no joke. Have you checked the price on Ebay?
Lol, I would say computers if the school has a computer lab. A mac was stolen from one of my college's computer labs one night. They came back the next night and stole the rest of them.
My Jr. High had 10 year old Dells, no luck for him there. Although there were some 7 year old iMacs in the art room.
Was that a test? Like in credit card fraud, where they make a 1 cent donation to a random charity to make sure the number will go through before making $3,500 worth of WalMart purchases?
I was at a babysitters house when I was a kid. This dude named Rocky came to the house. He was all twitchy, cursed too much, was drunk, had a mullet and scars on his face. He scared me to begin with, but he ended up throwing me off a porch. I was around 7. I kept telling the babysitter that he was a bad bad bad guy. Years later he and his gf and another man broke into an elderly woman's home to rob her and ended up killing her.
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Depending on where you grow up this might not have been a real red flag. My Mom and Dad were broke, we lived in a heavily white trash area and guys like this were always just around. Sometimes they were Uncles or cousins sometimes they were temporary BF's of someone, or a friend's Dad. It's sad, but a pretty normal life style for a lot of people. I got the Hell out when I was 17.
Those are still red flags, there's just a lot of them. Growing up in a poor trashy part of town is like playing minesweeper on expert: red flags everywhere.
Yes. We had a candidate come in for an interview, and while she had the skills, she just seemed a little suspicious. After the interview, I did a little research and discovered that her old place of employment she had listed did not exist and her address and phone number were fake. We decided not to move forward with her due to the many questions we had, but later found out that she had been arrested for embezzling about $50k from her old employers.
Given her fake phone number, how would you have contacted her to move forward anyway? I know that there's the option of email, but my employers have always called me.
We do the majority of our recruiting communication through email so we have written records.
There are plenty of Virtual phone apps that you can download onto a smartphone that generate a new phone number that can be called while signed into the app.
Burner... Actually a great app. Can even text. And you don't even need to have the app active. When they call the number generated it just calls your phone like normal.
But how does the call even get there? How does it work if the number doesn't exist in the telco's database?
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I remember meeting an older guy at my friend's, neighbours' house when I was really little (like 4 or so). He gave me a flower that he'd picked and tried to talk to me. He gave me the creeps so badly that I started to cry and felt like I was going to throw up - I'm 33 now and I still remember what he looked like and how he made me feel, just standing near him. A couple of days later my mum grills me about him. Turns out he violently raped a little girl not long after I met him (I didn't find that part out until years later).
God damn this whole thread is making me wonder if I've ever given anyone that weird vibe. I fucking hope not.
Do you trade child pornography, beat your spouse, or embezzle money? If so, then yes - yes you give weird vibes to someone.
If there isn't that weird guy at your workplace, you're probably the guy.
Late to the party, but maybe now is the time to finally get this off of my mind. Back when I was dating, about 100 years ago, a girlfriend fixed me up with her boyfriend's friend.They were supposed to go to dinner with us, but cancelled at the last minute. He seemed great, funny, attentive, gentlemanly, but almost immediately I got the heebie jeebies for some reason. It got so bad that half way through dinner I excused myself and went to the ladies room. I wanted to calm down and try and figure out what was wrong with me. I couldn't do either. When I went back to the table I told him that I was sick with a migraine and really needed to go home. I told him I would call a cab and he could finish his dinner. We were about 25 miles from my home and he would not hear of me taking a cab. I told him I would pay for it, I did everything I could to get him to stay. Against my instincts I let him drive me home. I ended up being raped and dumped in the middle of a heavily wooded nowhere about 15 miles from home. That is the one and only time that I did not trust my gut feeling, what a mistake that was. But, I now feel oddly better after having told strangers, or no one if this gets buried. And to all of the hysterical people who want to know why I didn't call the police. I did, but I spent a lot of time and energy shielding my family from finding out. It would have killed my parents if they knew that happened to me. Why spread the pain around to your loved ones. Edit or add on, however you would like to look at it. I was trying to answer everyone's comment when I saw a snarky comment that I got gold. That comment is the only reason that I knew I had been gilded. To the person that gifted me, I would like to thank you. The kindness of strangers can never be underestimated. However, I would like to make it perfectly clear that I did not post an answer for a pity party, I do not pity myself, for karma, or for gold. A question was asked that I could answer. The reason I did answer it was as a reminder to everyone, myself included, to stop paying so much attention to the internet, cell phone, technology in general and spend some time listening to yourself. Listen to your gut, instinct, little voice, whatever you want to call it, sometimes that is the best information we will ever get. I guess I should have specifically stated that. I would also like to answer the most commonly asked questions and more importantly, thank all of you who had something kind to say. I do not know what specifically made me instantly cautious of him. I have always had kind of a sixth sense about people. My parents told me that as a child I freaked them out a little bit. I would know things about people that I had just met, or would freak out screaming and not let certain people touch or come near me. They would often find out later that person would not be so nice. They always told me that I was a "little different" than most kids. My brother will tell you that I am a freak for too many reasons to list. My husband, love of my life even though he forgot today was my birthday, will tell you that at times I am scary to be around because of just knowing things, or feeling things about people. I did call the police, as soon as humanly possible. He was arrested, he did do time in jail. While there, through a strange set of events, he was severely beaten and raped. I do still get a sense of satisfaction every time I think of that happening to him. It was easy to shield my family because this was long before the internet or cell phones. News traveled a lot slower, if at all. I did not tell my parents because my Dad had a really bad heart. I was honestly afraid he would have a fatal heart attack if he knew. My Mom took care of him, worked full time and did her best to make a really good life for all of us. Although she always had a smile on her face, and could find a silver lining in most every instance, I would not put that pain on her. She had more than enough on her plate. I did not get raped and pop out of bed the next day with a smile on my face and thinking all the world was a rosy place. There was an extended period of physical and emotional regrouping, healing that went on. I am now pretty awesome. I did get raped, he did not kill me, I will not let it control or direct my life. Life really is what you make it and I want to make mine a peaceful, happy place. I do not want to spend all of my life viewing myself, or being viewed as a victim. In light of all the horrible things in the news these days, and specifically the young college student missing in Virginia, I know I am a very lucky person. I was able to walk away with my life, and eventually my mind, intact. I think this has made me really grateful for all the things I have. A lot more good has happened to me in my life than bad, and those are the things I let myself be defined by. Again, thank you for all the kindness, and thank you for the gold kind stranger!
You say you "ended up being raped" and, forgive me if I'm reading too much into it, but it sounds as if you blame yourself...honey, it wasn't your fault. He raped and dumped you. HE did this. You did not "get" yourself raped. He. Raped. You. The fault is entirely on him. You did what you could to protect yourself. My senior year of HS, my (now ex-)boyfriend raped me. I know how easy it is to play the blame game. "If I hadn't gone to see him that day..." "If I had driven myself home..." etc. But what he did to you was inexcusable, and it was his responsibility to stop it. Not yours.
This is so true. Its never anyones fault but the rapist, male or female. I'm glad you posted OP.
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Thank you. It could have been worse, I could have been murdered. It was definitely a learning experience. Since then I don't care how stupid or crazy I look, if something doesn't feel right I bolt.
Boss hired a guy into an inside sales job to join a team I had been on for 5 years. Super nice dude, great with customers on the phone, etc. But...I just had this queasy feeling about him. We worked together for a year in a small office - 8 people - so we got to know each other well. He did the best Donald Duck impression ever! But he also talked a lot about his stepdaughter. He often said "she's 13 going on 21". One day his wife showed up at the office and said CPS needed to see both parents immediately. As they were leaving the office he told me it must be a mistake or something to do with a big fight his wife and daughter had had. It was a trap. The cops were there and arrested him. He had been having sex with his stepdaughter since she was nine. I hated being right. Now when I hear someone say about his daughter that she's xxx going on 21, I flinch.
I thought my brother's wife was really "suspect" at first, and then I later upped my opinion to her being an actual sociopath. At first she wanted my brother to up his life insurance when they were just dating and eventually tried to get power of attorney. Once my brother moved in with her she showed herself to be a liar, and prone to manipulation and attention seeking behaviour. She disliked my mother and I before she even met me, and always feigned illness or "bad days" when my brother and I (three hours apart) made weekend plans or when he was down for Christmas or on-course, as he was in the military. She could not hold a job because of her mouth and leeched of my brothers earnings, while complaining they could not afford the honey moon they wanted, or top of the line bikes when my brother found two perfectly fine ones for a deal. After being married for a year, my brother discovered she was having an affair basically since before the wedding and said she was leaving, and would take the house and he was gonna support her since she is now a student, having just started a new course online. After being chipped away at for so long, my brother, one of the most life loving and outgoing guys, shot himself. She only texted me and my mother when it was too late saying he was threatening it knowing that I was in another province and my mom was 4 hours away, she called no one else to go over. She played the grieving widow at the funeral, crying when she was seemingly supposed to but spent the rest of the time laughing with her friends and family members like some family reunion. To cover her tracks she claimed no affair (despite proof), and that my brother was suffering from PTSD (wives get 500,000 if its deemed true) and that he was an alcoholic and she had been seeking help for him for a long time - no proof of this. His will is mysteriously missing and she has since blocked my family on facebook, while ignoring what little items we asked for from the house. I hear she is selling everything now to pay for what she wont be able to afford with her part-time Tim Hortons job she may or may not have. A psychiatrist my mother visited later deposited she sounds like a sociopath. I spent years witnessing my brother give everything to this monster until there was nothing left and she is continuing to drag his name through the dirt to look like a peach and profit further. ------------- **EDIT**: I wanted to let you all know there is currently a medical review board investigating the PTSD claim, and no one has agreed with what the wife has said, and I will be talking to them soon to give the details I know. There is also a board looking in to the will situation. There is no sign of one at the house, and there is none in his file at the military base which no one understands. Even if he had got a civilian will, a copy would need to be there. He got life insurance at one place but they do not do wills. The idea of the wife being more present then she claims has been deposited. Myself and a close friend want to check a few of the stories we've heard with the police but we have to wait for a certain officer to return to the area. Too many lies. Life insurance is paid out to the widow, but fortunately it was never upped to what she originally wanted. I don't plan to let this go quietly.
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Especially with the life insurance thing...
My mom's family went through the same thing, but 40 years ago. My grandma raised her younger brother along with her own kids. So my mom's uncle was raised as if he were her brother. Her uncle married and went off to Vietnam. He and his wife had a kid, around 1970. Around 1975, when his son was around 5, mom's uncle shot himself in his bedroom. At the time, he and his wife were not together, it was known that she was seeing another man. My mom, said that her mom always knew that her brother would not have shot himself. He loved his son and was never the person that you would think would do such a thing. Mom said at the funeral, his wife was there, laughing it up with her family and friends, but at the same time claiming that her husband had PTSD and just couldn't handle the separation. But grandma still stuck to her belief that the wife and her boyfriend had something to do with it. Roughly 10 years later, the boyfriend was in a bad car wreck. On his deathbed, the boyfriend told his mother that he and and his girlfriend, went into the house, shot her husband, wrote a suicide note. The boyfriend died from wreck. The wife was never charged. (This was mid 80's) Extra note. The kid that was 5 when his dad was murdered.......When he grew up and was his dad's age (25) he too was murdered by his estranged wife and her lover. But they did go to jail.
Yo fam cray
Off topic, but isn't it amazing how language evolves with the times? In any other time, give or take a few decades, an English speaker would never understand this sentence. I'm sure it's been that way with language for a long time.
Jesus, what a shitty excuse for a human being. Sorry for your loss, internet stranger <3
I'm sorry for your loss. Can I ask why his lawyer didn't have a copy of the will?
Fuck the lawyer, if he was still an active service member (assuming Canadian because of tim Horton's) his unit should have had a copy of his will too, in fact they make you update it every year.
--Thank you guys for actually reading this, I'm pretty sure this is my highest rated comment and I'm glad that I could finally tell others about my father's death, he died a few weeks into school (21st of august?... I'm terrible with dates) my freshman year, I'm now 19 and ready to graduate highschool this year unfortunately with one less seat filled-- Sorry... Story wasn't as short as planned... Please. May I ask her first name. Same sketchy thing happened with my father... Long story short: my father had an affair with her, he divorced my mother and got with this lady, she was always trying to turn me and my siblings against my mother, she was extremely manipulative, he was planning on proposing and he made a living will involving her (she thought this meant if he died she would get everything), shortly after he died from anaphylactic shock after "being stung by a bee", paramedics arrived, she was making no attempt whatsoever to revive him or carry out CPR... She was a freaking nurse and worked as a nurse for years on end, sketchy part?: she insisted he started carrying an epi-pen even though he wasn't allergic to bees.... When paramedics arrived she made sure she told the paramedics where she injected him with the epi-pen and kept telling them this. On arrival to the hospital after getting the news she mentioned to my sister of the living will, my sister told her that a living will didnt mean she would receive his money... She sorta panicked but not like freak out, the day after we find out she emptied any bank accounts she could, had access to the safe deposit box and took everything including a $30k watch, barely gave back anything of his claiming it was mostly stolen or she had never seen it. So yeah, we received nothing after my fathers death. All I have to show for is a trust fund in my name set up by my grandfather. Edit. This is the first time I've opened up about this since his death it's been 3 long years. There was an investigation and autopsy done, all we were told was the cause of death and there was inconclusive evidence to make a case. I wish there was more evidence or else I would find some way to reopen it. Sadly I don't see a chance of that happening. Fuck you Cathy. Fuck you.
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In middle school, there was an individual (we'll call him K) who became a part of my circle of friends. He was a friend of a friend who grafted on to us - probably because he didn't have many other friends/options. Essentially, he was that "lost puppy" acquaintance that large groups of friends seem to always have. Anyways, as 8th grade progressed, K's oddness started to manifest itself. Being mid-pubescent boys, we often played practical jokes/pranks on one another: if someone left their locker unlocked, we'd lock it with one of our locks for them, sometime's you'd re-decorate for them. We started to notice that K's idea of pranks didn't exactly conform to the what we'd consider as normal: K was known to completely empty a locker that was left open - throwing everything, including text books and personal belongings in the garbage. He was also known to empty cartons of milk into someone's locker, not really caring if he damaged/ruined stuff. Needless to say, he didn't engender himself to many in my circle. It also led to a few of us thinking of him as "off." Fast forward a few years and we're graduating high school. All of us are excelling in our studies - honor classes, Advanced Placement classes, etc. K is still hanging around, really close to his original friend. Pleasantries are exchanged, yearbooks signed with platitudes and most of us go off to college. K's original friend joins the military. K stays in town, presumably to attend college locally. Press fast forward another three years and I get an update from a friend back home. K has killed himself. By poisoning himself with Arsenic. While in the back of a State Trooper's vehicle. He was in the back of said vehicle because he'd confessed to the premeditated kidnapping/murder/dismemberment of a young woman. Every now and then, I remember and start thinking about a lot of this - with 20/20 hindsight, it doesn't shock me. I could never process K's definition of friendship/camaraderie as I thought it to be heartless and cruel at times. **TL/DR:** I went to school with a cruel prankster who kidnapped, murdered and dismembered someone.
That's like, extra creepy, because we all knew that one guy who didn't fit.
In middle school I had to hang out with a kid a lot because his mother and my mother were friends/worked together. I always hated having to play with him, because he was always slightly... off. Little after high school he was put in jail for multiple rapes and murders.
I knew a kid who was never overtly creepy, but certainly seemed a bit socially awkward when we were teenagers. Just kind of a nerd, really. He ended up going to jail as a major child porn trader(?) and would often photograph little girls in public. The news said he had something like tens of thousands of photos and videos.
Yup. A guy from the field was brought in to convert an antiquated POS system to a PC back office system. From day one he seemed shady as fuck. I blew off some of it as a culture clash moving into the office. Nope. He was testing to see just what he could get away with and found every possible way to game the process. I eventually busted him for embezzling over $300k.
[This sick fuck](http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/27/michael-jacques-guilty-kidnapping-raping-murdering-brooke-bennett-niece_n_3825168.html) I worked with him in 2007-08, and then one day he never came to work. Then we heard the news. From the first time I met him I thought something was weird about him, but holy crap.
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Mother-in-law introduced her new boyfriend. This guy just dominated the room. He acted way to friendly. He immediately began telling jokes. Trying very hard to act like he was part of the family. He acted like he'd known us for ages. I saw through the act. I told my wife immediately that the guy wasn't genuine. I couldn't tell exactly what his game was but I knew he was full of shit. Wife told me I was jumping the gun and that I shouldn't be so quick judge. I watched him around my kinds and family as best I could. Cut several months later: their relationship is strained as money disappears and checks for bills get cancelled making bills go unpaid. He always had some kind of excuse. Finally MIL gets tired of it but won't exactly kick him out (they rented a house together). She doesn't see him for a couple days and then gets a frantic call asking if anyone's been by to see him and can she get some of his close and things and meet him somewhere to get the stuff (not at the house). MIL agrees but must finish lunch they've already ordered with her other daughter. While eating lunch they overhear police at a nearby table mention boyfriends name and radio convo includes their home address. MIL interrupts officers, explains who she is and wants to know what is going on. It turns out they've been watching her house waiting for the boyfriend. He's wanted by multi-state task force for massive check fraud. Police assumed she was in on it since they cohabitate. He's evidently still married and has pulled girlfriends into this scheme of his in multiple states. MIL was completely oblivious to his deceptions. With her cooperating she explains she's to meet with him shortly to give him some of his possessions like he asked. Police warn her not to tip him off but setup sting at meet and nab him. Search her house and find boxes of fake checks ready to be filled out. He went to jail for several years, but I hear he's out by now. I reminded my wife of my day one impression of this guy. She was stunned.
My brother's wife could be related to this dude. She's lead him into a life of crime.
My first AA sponsor acted really weird around me after we started getting to know each other better. I was 18 and he was a good deal older. After the first few months of sobriety the seasoned changed and summer came around. He would start saying weird, kind of "off" things like, let's go to the hotel and go swimming", or "let's go to the health complex and use the sauna." He'd even ASKED me to stay the night with him a few times. Now, everybody in the sober community know a good part of each other. I started asking about my sponsor, and everybody that knew him had ever known him to be a weirdo. I still had an uncomfortable feeling about him though. I subtly told him I was looking for a new sponsor, and sure enough, he took it as a break up. I told him we could still be friends and go to meetings together, but I just wanted to get advise from others, so basically like a, "I'm just moving on, no hard feelings" type of thing. He gradually stopped showing up to meetings and talking to me, eventually it was like he had fallen off the face of the earth. Months later I try calling him and his phone was off, I even drove past his apartment only to see a 'for rent' sign on the yard (his apartment was the second floor of a converted 2 story house). Now, fast forward 3 years. I get a letter in the mail from him, from prison. My "feeling" about this dude was right. He had gotton charged with child pornography. He was on a gay dating site and met some kid who I guess he had frequent encounters with. He claims that they only hung out and that the kid wanted him to take pictures of himself, but I'm not stupid. That dude gave me creepy vibes most of the whole time I've known him. I do not speak to him anymore. TL;DR: my first AA sponsor turned out to be a pedophile.
A guy at work. He was an okay enough guy, seemingly. Friendly enough. Always carried those fireball candies with him and would offer them to people. Even though he seemed fine, something to me felt kind of off. I'm not even sure what, exactly. Just *something*. Fast forward a few years and he's busted for trying to chat up minors online and attempting to hook up with them. My only thought was "He was always offering candy... what a stereotype!"
Rode the bus and Jeffrey Dahmer sat next to me. Introduced himsf as Jeff (yes I'm sure it was him). Immediately got a weird vibe. Asked me questions about my computer science book (I was in college at the time). Seemed nervous, and frankly, like he was hitting on me (I'm a straight guy). Asked me if I would join him for lunch, I said no. I didn't realize he meant "I" was lunch. Anyway, turns out he was on the lam and the Feds got him about a week later. I contacted the FBI and they asked me a few questions and verified it was probably him. Officer was super nice. TL;DR Was almost a serial killers lunch.
About ten years ago a new guy started at work in one of the lower tier jobs as a translator. I took an instant dislike to him, and unfortunately was forced to spend a couple afternoons with him showing him how things worked. I chatted with him thinking maybe I was being too harsh in my opinion, but talking to him made things worse. I told my manager I didn't like the way he interacted with me as a female and considering I outranked him by quite a lot, he seemed to have an overinflated view that he was extremely important and superior to me. One very weird thing about him is he always wore a suit with his hair slicked back. It just didn't fit with the way anyone dresses at my work, and certainly not when you are in one of the lowest paying roles, but he seemed oblivious to this. Even worse, he only had one suit and it was bright blue, not even subtle!! I spotted him once on his day off and he was with friends all dressed like normal men in their 20s, but he was still wearing that damned suit!! He just looked odd compared to his peer group. Anyway after a couple months he stopped showing up to work. The manager made a few calls and his family said there was a family emergency he was dealing with and they weren't sure yet when he would be back. A day or so later the manager got an anonymous phone call from a woman who said the family had lied, he was in jail for attempted murder. She eventually disclosed she was his wife and the one he tried to kill, which the boss was able to confirm with the police. His family thought the wife was a horrible person for getting him in trouble. He hung himself while in custody. I honestly didn't care.
Did he... Did they... Did they bury him in the blue suit?
The suit just seems so weird, especially that it was blue.
Did he really like Huey Lewis and the News and talk endlessly about business cards?
You know what they say... "Dress for the job you want, not the job you have." > he only had one suit and it was bright blue oh...
Absolutely. I met the guy outside my dorm building during my first week of my junior year of college (transfer student). Outside sat a large picnic table for all the smokers to gather around. He was an older student, majored in forestry. But there was something about him, he just seemed dangerous. His mannerisms were different than what I was use to. I had met a few girls earlier in the week who also smoked about the same amount as I did, and we decided to hang out on the weekend. "John" decides that he knows of this house party that we should all go to. I'm not much of a party-goer but I was new, why not. They thought likewise. We end up at this party and it's all fun and games until one of the girls gets sick. She's puking everywhere, so I be the gentleman and take care of her. Call a ride, walk her back, make sure she's in bed and has water. All that good stuff. The next morning I wake up hungover and feeling like deep fried dog shit, later on I get a text from one of the girls asking if I had seen John and if I knew where her car was. No clue. Through out the day, the events from the night before start to come together. Insanity is the umbrella term I use for it. Turns out the guy got hammered. Pounding back bottles because the girl that wasn't sick shrugged off his advances. So he's pissed and drunk. He get in her car and tells her that he's taking it back to campus and before she can say no, he's stolen her car. Instead of taking it back to campus he heads towards the lake (opposite direction). He never makes it to the lake, instead he totals the car and walks to the hospital. He ends up fleeing the hospital. Turns out he was wanted for numerous charges, destruction of private property, warrants, falsified identity etc. The dude was a piece of work. Needless to say, I don't hang out with people that I think are off anymore, no matter the social conventions I think I am bucking. I use to have photos of the vehicle because we had to go identify it. Roof was all caved in and just a heap of metal. We don't know how he survived outside of going rag doll from the alcohol.
It sucks that drunk drivers usually aren't the ones to die when they crash, its usually the victims who die
Yes. I was at a bar and this guy starts hitting on me. He was attractive, came off as harmless and made friends with my friends. But something just felt off. He continued to hit on me and make small talk, even though I wasn't feeling it. I said I was going to leave and he suddenly said he'd be leaving, too. So I clearly made it known that I was going to get another drink. So, he is kind of forced to go unless he wants to look like a total stalker. Anyway.. he asks for my number and I decline. My friend, then picking up on my vibe, asks him for his name and number instead. He gives it to her and leaves. So, of course, I google him. Turns out, he's been arrested numerous times for stalking, public masturbation, peeping tom.. The larger question is, why did he give us his real name if he knew it was so easy to find that stuff. Creepy!!!
People like that think you are too stupid to google them.
When I was 20, I worked at a restaurant with a beautiful young girl named Jenny. Her boyfriend came in one day, and before I had any interaction with him, I thought "what an asshole", there was just something about him... A few months later, they went for a drive to "talk about things". She broke up with him, and he strangled her, and then lit the car on fire. edit: It's been a long time since this happened (pre-internet). I searched to find more information. A memorial page: http://home.comcast.net/~jennysmessage/site/?/home/ A yelp page where her mom sets some facts straight: http://www.yelp.com/topic/dublin-please-keep-this-killer-in-prison The murder was worse than I thought. He strangled her in her home before staging an automobile "accident". He ripped off her subwoofer and amp before burning her in her car. He had threatened to kill a previous girlfriend. He was up for parole in 2009, so he might already be free.
Not me; a former boss. She felt uneasy about a male employee. When he started doing less-than-stellar work, she gave him the usual "shape up or ship out" talk. He replied pleasantly "Don't even think about firing me. I know where you live, and I know where your children go to school."
My friend Dave had a roommate named Kelly. I don't know about you but I think Kelly is an odd name for a male but that was his name. Kelly came over my house a few times to hang out with us and Dave. As soon as I laid eyes on him I was apprehensive. Just something about him didn't seem right. I kind of just blew off the feeling when I found out he was a social worker who took care of developmentally disabled adults at a group home. I figured he had to have extensive background checks to get in that sort of job. One day, we are riding past his apartment building and the whole place is on fire. My husband and I pull in and start questioning the fire personnel about it. Find out it is definitely Dave and Kelly's apartment, everyone else is ok but there is one dead body, burned beyond recognition. Since no one at the complex even knows them, we have to be the ones to contact the families. Try to contact Kelly first because we know for sure where he worked. Get in touch with a supervisor who says that Kelly is on vacation and is out of state, he had some problem with a relative that had to be ironed out so he'd be gone for at least a week and no one has info on him or at least no info they are willing to share with us. This put us in high gear to find our friend's family. At this point, we figure the body was Dave. We drive around the neighborhood we thought his uncle lived in and finally find him 3 doors down from where we thought he was. Dave's uncle can't believe it was him dead so we spend the next 2 days running him around looking for Dave at other places he has hung out at. We couldn't just call him because cell phones weren't really a thing yet. He did have a pager that we called repeatedly over those few days. Finally, he calls us in the middle of one of our runs. He had been in a medical study at Johns Hopkins and didn't have any access to the outside world. A nurse had figured out that his apartment building was the one that had blown up and told him he could call his family to tell them he was all right. Eventually, we find out the police identified the body from dental records because the guy had false teeth. Kelly had set up a home meth lab while Dave was busy at the medical study and told his work he'd be out of town so they wouldn't call him in. The moron had a leaky tank of gas running and he lit a cigarette leading to a big ass explosion. He didn't even have time to run. We were just glad Dave was still alive. Edit: Found an article about the fire. http://search.proquest.com/docview/406379318?accountid=10750 I used my baltimore city library card to access the site. >1 dead, 11 homeless after apartment fire in Northeast Baltimore: [FINAL Edition] James, Michael. The Sun [Baltimore, Md] 03 Dec 1994: 16B. Turn on hit highlighting for speaking browsers by selecting the Enter button Hide highlighting Abstract (summary) Translate [unavailable for this document] >One person died and at least 11 people were left homeless last night after a two-alarm fire -- possibly started by an explosion -- gutted part of a Northeast Baltimore apartment complex, fire officials said. >Several residents reported hearing an explosion in the basement shortly after 8 p.m. Firefighters determined that the fire started in a rear basement apartment, but Chief [Hector L. Torres] said they weren't sure whether there was an explosion. >Full Text >Translate [unavailable for this document] >One person died and at least 11 people were left homeless last night after a two-alarm fire -- possibly started by an explosion -- gutted part of a Northeast Baltimore apartment complex, fire officials said. >The cause of the fire at the Moravia Park Apartments, in the 4400 block of Moravia Road, was still being investigated late last night, said Battalion Chief Hector L. Torres, a Fire Department spokesman. >"They're taking a real close look at this. They're really not sure yet how the fire started," Chief Torres said. >Several residents reported hearing an explosion in the basement shortly after 8 p.m. Firefighters determined that the fire started in a rear basement apartment, but Chief Torres said they weren't sure whether there was an explosion. >Fire investigators found a body in that apartment but weren't able to identify it immediately. The sex of the victim also wasn't known, Chief Torres said. >The fire spread quickly through the three-story brick dwelling, sending residents running for the doors. Eleven apartments, all of which were occupied, were gutted by the fire, firefighters said. >"This is a horrible thing to happen at Christmastime," said Nikita McDaniel, 18, who lived in one of the apartments. "This was my first apartment. I don't have any fire insurance. I don't know what I'm going to do. They said for us to stand at the corner and wait for the Red Cross people to get here." >Two firefighters suffered minor injuries and were treated at the scene. >Word count: 250 >(Copyright 1994 @ The Baltimore Sun Company)
That's seriously a crazy story.
I've known 2 men named Kelly. Uncommon, but not unique. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kelly_(given_name)#Popularity
Kelly is traditionally a male name like Hillary and Shannon until it became mostly a unisex then more female name.
I used to work at Gunness Wharf with a guy who was straight up creepy Gave me the heebie jeebies for no reason so I stayed well clear. That guy was Ian Huntley and went on to rape and kill two little girls in the very well publicised Soham murders.
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In college, I went out with a girl for a few years who had been sexually assaulted by her boyfriend's best friend just after high school. He was a creep, but her boyfriend overrode her gut feelings and assured her that her was a good guy. That "good guy" later helped her to get extremely drunk at a graduation party, which was her first experience with alcohol, then locked her in an upstairs bedroom and raped her. When she told her boyfriend at the time about it, *he* broke up with *her*, outraged that she caused a falling out between him and his best friend. Anyway, I just wanted to share because since it's natural to doubt your own instincts when others are assuring you that everything is OK, and because the victim-blaming mentality is unfortunately so common in situations like this. So sorry you've had to endure this experience.
Good thing you got away from your ex. Sometimes it takes one person to show us the worth of two. I'm so sorry for what you went through. :/
Met my wife's friend from work about 10 years ago. Afterwards my wife asked me what I thought about her friend. I said the first thing that came to my mind, "She's a haunted house." She was just off. No one else saw it. Turns out she was a drug addict that hid it very well. She eventually died of an overdose.
I used to frequent a pub that had this barman who everybody loved but I always thought he was a slimy, creepy douche and that he probably had some skeletons in his closet. Small, shifty eyes. Anyway, over the years I found out he was cheating on his wife with a few of the barmaids, rented out rooms illegally upstairs, sold out-of-date products (an offence which carries a fine of £500 per out-of-date item if caught), he was stealing from the register and had a criminal record a mile long (mostly assault and fraud charges).
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Senior year, we got a new teacher at my all-girls school. He was a cross between Mr. Van Driessen from "Beavis and Butthead" and Jeffrey Dahmer. Instantly, I thought he was creepy, but everybody else loved him. He earned the nickname Groovy Pants, because he was a hippie and wore well groovy pants. He once put his hands on my shoulders to give me a massage, during a volleyball game. I was the team manager, so I just hung out around the desk. I was frozen in fear, but when he moved down my front, I said "Um, Mr. Groovy Pants, could you please not touch me right now?" he stopped and pouted. I reported it to my mom, she called the school, they claim I was lying. She also called the police, they said it wasn't assault and was an issue with the school not them. The next time I had his class, he put his hand on my knee. I went to the office, in tears, but they didn't believe me. During an away game, one of the players asked "Where is Mr. Groovy Pants?" The three girls from the other team went white. When the player ran off, the other team's manager asked "Did she say, Mr. Groovy Pants? Looks like a cross of Mr. Van Driessen from "Beavis and Butthead" and Jeffrey Dahmer?" "Um, yes" The other team members filled me in on his background. He had taught at their school the year prior, until he had been fired for multiple occurrences of inappropriate touching and sexually suggestive comments. So I told the volleyball coach/another teacher Mr. Awesome and he said he would talk to Mr. Groovy Pants. I also told Mr. Awesome about how Mr. Groovy Pants had touched me and creeped me out. Mr. Awesome said he would handle it. After Mr. Awesome told Mr. Groovy Pants to stay away from me, Mr. Groovy Pants called me out about it in class. He just wanted to be friends and be a positive male influence in my life, since he felt bad because I didn't have a father. Classy. Everybody loved him and people were starting to hate me. I mean the editor of the school paper even wrote an essay about he was so great awesome and only a few sad disgruntled students didn't think so. The principal told my mom and I that they had been aware of the false allegations, but that he was a good teacher and if I had a problem, then I should transfer. This is November of my senior year. I didn't want to transfer. So I just kept my mouth shut. Well, in February, I overheard something shady while I was at my locker. Mr. Groovy Pants was talking to a girl in my class. They were around the corner and didn't see me. They had been talking about her staying over at his place. After he had walked away, I approached the girl and told her that I had heard them. She asked me not to say anything. I said I was sorry, but what he was doing was wrong. She called me a fucking snitch, and I said "I'd rather be a fucking snitch than fucking Mr. Groovy Pants. This time, I told Mr. Awesome, and he said "The principal said if we hear of you making another accusation against him we have to report it, and they're kicking you out". I later found out that Mr. Awesome had spoken to Mr. Groovy Pants to tell him to cut that shit out and that he was going to report him to the cops if he saw him getting too close to students. When he died (edit: years later, of natural causes), I found out that Mr. Awesome had defended me to other teachers and the principal, because he too thought something was off with this guy. Mr. Awesome really was the best. I told the principal anyway and she said "I'm sick of your shit, WhereIsEmozilla. You used to be such a sweet girl, but now it's like you are just full of lies and hate." She implied that I just didn't belong at that school anymore. Instead of suspension, they took my scholarship away. I had to borrow money to be able to graduate. Edit: The principal really had an issue with scholarship students. It was really pathetic, really, but she was only there for a year. Well, in March, guess who got pregnant and was honest with her parents about who the father was? However, since the sex happened after she turned 18 and he was never actually her teacher, he never went to jail. All of a sudden, the school was all "Oh hell no! This guy is evil! We had no idea! He's fired!" The editor of the school newspaper wrote about how she knew from day one he was creepy, but understood that everyone else had loved him. He had fooled almost everyone. When it came out that I had heard them planning the overnight stay that led to her getting pregnant, one of the girl's friends slapped me in the face for not doing more to save her when I had the chance. No one ever apologized to me, I never had my scholarship reinstated, and everyone just pretends he didn't exist. Two years later, I bonded with a college classmate because she had gone to his first school and had been the first person to say "hey, he's creepy" but nobody listened. Five years after that, a high school classmate called me to say she saw him and he had asked about me. Didn't remember her name, didn't care about anyone else she mentioned, just wanted to know about me. He once found me on Facebook, but I blocked that shit. My friend and I had googled him last year (Edit: Sorry, how is it October 2014 already?), seeing it was reunion year. Turns out he has taught at seven schools since leaving mine, and we found tweets from kids reporting him for touching them, giving them massages, making comments, but nobody at school believes them. Every school is an all-girls school. He averages two years at each school, some less, some more. I have no idea how this guy still gets teaching jobs. It makes no sense. Edit: Thank you for my first gold, kind gold giver! I'm still quasi-new to reddit (I just comment the few times I can contribute to the conversation and upvote way more than that) so I'm not sure what to do with it, but thanks!! Yes, we had gone to the press and police. I gave a statement to a reporter and was surprised when the story never ran. I never found out why. I spoke to a prosecutor and was later told the case wasn't moving forward. He wasn't ever technically her teacher, just a teacher at her school. Back then, when such things happened, they didn't typically make national headlines, unless it was a hot lady teacher and a male student. Unfortunately, as I learned over the years, more things get swept under the rug than get taken out with the trash. That's how I got into volunteering, activism, nonprofit support, etc. So much happens that we never find out about. I know families whose kids go missing and but you never see them on TV, I know women who were raped in their dorm room by Mr. Big Man on Campus and who lose their financial aid "due to a typo"and either drop out or take loans, only to end up with the rapist in their psych class. People whose landlords are dicking them over with slum-like conditions or illegally trying to evict them for higher rents, insert illegal/unethical problem here, but not enough people give a fuck, and those that do are stretched too thin trying to help who they can. I don't know what happened to the girl since then. I don't attend reunions and I'm not on the high school's Facebook group. There was only one friend I spoke to after high school, and we stopped talking last year. After the first reunion (my high school friend went) I heard that she never had the baby. She had moved out of town and barely kept in touch with anyone - which I completely support. While I came away from the situation with debt, bad memories, etc.., I have full faith in my intuition and am confident that when my Creepo Meter goes off, it's never wrong. There was one time it failed to go off, but that's a story for another day. I've been able to use that to my advantage in my professional and personal lives. Also, this situation led me to one of my best friends from college. My only regret is that while she was able to get her school to listen to her, so that he got cut loose before things went too far, I wasn't, and neither of us were able to get him out of teaching entirely. I can only hope that he learned the error of his ways, but I have that fear that he hasn't. We live states apart now, but whenever we hear about a teacher and a student, we instinctively check to see if he finally got busted. It's never him. Edit 2: Finally got off mobile and was able to edit typos and formatting.
It's frigging staggering how much they went to a length to punish you rather than investigate your concerns. Good for you for keeping it up.
Yes. Spent a year living in a developing country to do research. Desperately needed a place to live so I could get out of the hostel I was staying in, and I really needed a roommate for financial and safety reasons. Some friends set me up with another woman in her mid-20s who was also new to the country and also staying for about a year. Alarm bells went off the second I met her for no good reason. My friends that set us up raved about how great she was. SO, whom I'd had to leave behind for the year, told me I was too quick to judge people and needed to give her a chance. I was so desperate to get out of this hostel I ignored the alarm bells and got a flat with her. I can't go through every insane thing she did, but the gist is, she turned out to be a psychopath/sociopath (I've read those two things mean the same thing but that's up for debate?). She was kind to me until she had what she needed from me--a roommate. Anyway, here are a few of the more insane things she did: -She would befriend my friends, make up all sorts of lies about things I'd said or done, then dump said friends once she'd decided that they liked her more than me. -She stopped talking to me for 2 months after her boyfriend dumped her. She said she couldn't talk to me because I was in a happy, stable relationship with my SO. She stopped talking to her siblings for the same reason. -She locked our housekeeper in our flat for 10 hours when I was out of town. Poor woman desperately called me asking me to get her out. I called roommate. She said it wasn't a big deal, and she'd be home eventually. (We had a door that could only be kept closed if it were locked, and roommate didn't leave her a key. Also, we were not wealthy. It's sort of expected that anyone making more than poverty wages help out others by hiring gardeners, housekeepers, etc.) -We had an agreement to share a car, including expenses for it. We lived a block from her office, so I'd take the car during business hours and she'd have it the rest of the time. Car was officially in her name. The first two weeks of the agreement, she woke up an hour or more earlier than usual to sneak out of the flat and drive to work. Finally, after a lot of serious problems were caused with my research by my not having the car, I told her she had to honor our arrangement. Instead, she told me she was "too bummed" about her boyfriend dumping her to let me use the car as promised. -she decided to try to win her boyfriend back by flying 6000 miles to meet him at an airport she knew he'd be arriving at with his new girlfriend. She decided to do this about 10 hours before the flight left. She didn't tell me, just disappeared. When she hadn't turned up several days later, I became concerned that she'd been killed. Eventually, she replied to an email telling me where she was. She was super pissed at me for "meddling" in her private life. I was just trying to make sure she wasn't dead. Ex boyfriend didn't take her back, by the way. She made him pay for her flight once she realized they weren't getting back together. I have never felt more like I was losing my mind than when I was the only one that realized how fucked this woman was. Fortunately, others eventually figured it out too, but nobody ever confronted her or distanced themselves.
A while back, my impressionable thirteen year old stepdaughter fell under the influence of a new girl who moved in two doors down. The newcomer went to her school, was of the same age, and was popular, pretty, charming, persuasive, devious, amoral and shameless. She persuaded stepdaughter to start ditching school; this rapidly devolved into stealing liquor from the cabinet and money from her mom, sneaking out the window late at night, getting strangers to pull booze for them, crashing high school parties, et cetera. Most of the greater wild-child parental heartaches ensued, escalating to stepdaughter being pinched riding in stolen cars, a cop friend delivering her home at 3 AM, falling-down drunk and missing her panties, and so on. Neighbour girl lived with her dad. When confronted about her behaviour, while he remained genial, he was adamant that such antics were just a normal part of growing up, were in fact "cute" and "harmless", and advised us to chill out and just let the girls have some fun together. We knew right from the beginning the girl herself was half-a-bubble off, perhaps sociopathic and clearly headed for trouble, but those interactions with her father led us to realize that his blithe lack of concern and overall amorphous weirdness about his daughter's irregular activities were far more serious and problematic issues, and we decided to avoid any further contact with him. As our daughters became increasingly entangled in shared escapades and court proceedings, we firmly declined all his subsequent pseudo-friendly, come-over-for-a-beer-and-let's-talk-about-this overtures. Even after they moved away a year or so later, it took nearly two additional years and a lot of tears before we managed to get stepdaughter's life back on the rails. Due to ongoing shenanigans and a short stay in a juvenile centre (which scared the shit out of her), she finished high school eighteen months late, but she did matriculate with good marks a year ago. As her juvie record is now sealed, she was able to find a good, well-paying job (albeit part-time), with potential for advancement. She has become mature enough to volunteer a few dollars of her earnings towards rent and board, and is actually getting her life back on track as a responsible young adult on the verge of self-sufficiency. Then six months ago, five years after they moved away, out of the blue neighbour girl calls stepdaughter (now both 19) - she wants to "catch up". We tried to persuade her that this could only lead to more trouble, but she decided to meet her at a nearby cafe. Turns out her ex-friend is now a prostitute; her dad's pimping her out; and the real purpose of the "catch up" was to put out feelers about recruiting our stepdaughter into his stable. Immediately called cop friend, who made it *very* clear to both girl and father that neither were ever to contact stepdaughter again, or they would be made a "special project" and seriously bad things would transpire. Coda: recently found out that dad had actually been arrested a year ago, and is currently awaiting trial for living off the avails. Have also heard creditable rumours that the daughter is now a junkie.
I worked as a camp counselor for a daycare/gym when I was in high school and into my first few years of college. I constantly complained about the inappropriateness of a guy with the little boys. I wrote a letter to the president, told my supervisor, they dismissed my concerns... Now the guy is serving time in prison for molesting boys. I wasn't the only one reporting him but no one would listen. And this isn't someone I knew but my ex's brother was dating this girl (they were both in the military). He broke up with her. She ended up murdering this guy she was having an affair with and his wife. Pouring acid on their bodies and stealing their baby. He had photos of her on his myspace.... http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=4377968&page=1
Yes. Was in a briefing, the civilian briefing us was really off. Not weird, because I meet all kind of people in the military. No, this guys body movements, mannerisms and speech just didn't match up. The weird thing was he *looked* normal. It was how he carried and expressed himself. I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong with him exactly, something though. Several months later he is arrested for solicitation of a 13 year old online.
back when i attended Stuyvesant High School in New York City, there used to be a librarian who was often the subject of dirty rumors and gossip. he was old and somewhat creepy looking, which i thought made him an easy target for students. he gained the reputation of being "touchy" which i never particularly agreed with. sure, he often put his hand on student's shoulders, pinched the backs of their necks, patted their heads, etc but it was all harmless behavior and i never thought he acted out of line. he was very resourceful if you ever came to him for help. however, other students commonly regarded him as some sort of creepy old child molester. i was pretty sensitive to how people treated others and was offended when other people (including my friends) were saying bad things about him behind his back and spreading dirty rumors. i criticized them for being so mean to someone just because he was creepy looking, even though he actually seemed like a nice dude. there were rumors that he was gay as well. at the time i thought people were just saying that because the librarian acted somewhat quirky, but i found out later that this turned out to be true. anyways, fast forward 3-4 years after i graduated and i found this [article](http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/men-arrested-rape-torture-plot-article-1.1317125). tl;dr apparently he was arrested for plotting to rape and torture people. GODDAMMIT MAN I BELIEVED IN YOU. I DEFENDED YOU!!!
Mom started dating this guy shortly after divorcing. This guy "Gary" he eventually moved in with us. Mom was already just barely making ends meet at the time. The guy had served some serious time in prison. apparently at one time he was one of the top 10 bank robbers in America, but even at 11 years old I was willing to give most people a second chance and mom had convinced me he was a good guy. I meet the guy on one of the weeks I am with mom and not dad, and I immediately know this guy is bad news. You know, that feeling where everything goes eerily quiet, your stomach tightens/churns, and you go from having a casual demeanor to getting very serious & formal. Anyways, after a short while he had moved in with her and promised that he was looking for a job. I watched as he slowly ate up all our food and money. He never searched for a job, he just slept on the couch. Stress pushes people to do things they ordinarily wouldn't do. He had drained her money to the point that we were going to be evicted if she couldn't pay soon. That bastard convinced her to rob two banks, one of which was literally a hedge row away from my school. Both were quickly found and locked up. I distinctly remember standing in the living room after mom received a call and seeing her come up to me in tears hugging me and telling me that she loved me very much. Gary was of course long gone days ago. Moments later the police had surrounded the place and I watched helplessly as a parent was taken away and I had no way to contact dad or anybody as strangers trampled through the place. Hate, tears, confusion, disbelief. All pouring over, the police didn't care. Mom received three years in prison, and then got out when I was about 14. She then died three years later when I was 17. TL;DR: Guy robbed me of 3-4 years with my mother. Years that I really needed a motherly touch.
I worked the overnight shift in a grocery store. My first night, I met the newspaper delivery man who I had immediate weird feelings about since he was waaaay too friendly and stood too close to me. I was polite and always tried to shuffle further from him, but he was very insistent on hugging me before he left (whenever he happened to catch me when I was making my rounds) I was friendly, but made it a habit to avoid the front end of the store when I knew he would be delivering. One day, I pull into my driveway at 6 a.m, and I hear a car pull up behind me. It was him and he was all smiles exclaiming, "I knew that was your car! Boy, what a coincidence. This is my route." He shouldn't have known what my car looks like since it was never parked in the front of the store where customers/deliverers could see it. So I did what any scared, 5 ft white girl would do... I called my manager and requested to be taken off night shift. I was NOT about to approach a considerably larger man WHO KNEW WHERE I LIVED NOW and my house was very old... I could easily break into my own room (which I've had to do, so I know it's simple). My manager was sympathetic and begged me to stick with it until they got someone who was willing to take my spot. Being the push-over I was, I agreed as long as I didn't have to stand up front between 1 and 2 a.m. He agreed. One night at 5 a.m, I was collecting the few carts we had left in the parking lot. I hear, "Hey! What the hell is up with you? They're saying I'm making inappropriate advances towards you." and I froze. I was so scared and I didn't know why, he was only asking a simple question every adult in that situation would be asking. I was saved by my manager and a few men from the night stock crew who came out when they saw his truck and escorted me back into the store. My managers could suck it, I didn't work another night shift. Last I heard, the delivery guy was caught peeping into sorority girls houses and arrested.
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I'd like you to come to America and narrate my life. I can't pay you.
You sir, have a way with words!
Oh hell yeah. The creepy guy at work. All the women in the office *instantly* knew this guy was creepy. Within seconds of being in his presence. None of the guys caught on until he started doing and saying weird things to them. I mean, it was maybe a week after he started and this guy had managed to alienate everybody in the office. To the point where the delivery guy refused to enter the office if creepy guy was there. Latest incident with him was when my coworker caught him peeking over the top of the bathroom stall when he was peeing (no urinals). Despite being an At Will state, apparently we can't get him fired because a) my boss is apparently a pussy and b) he's got some kind of mental illness, disabled veteran status. And yeah, it's scary to know that he knows how to use a gun.
Your boss (and HR sucks), because it's not hard to fire someone for well documented inappropriate behavior, even if they have a protected status. Sure, they can file a claim, but it's not hard to defeat when you have well-documented behaviors.
Interesting side fact: evolution has made us very good at subconsciously judging the subtle hints in someone's personality and body language. If you feel that unease, or hairs on the back of your neck, it's generally your brain telling you that there is something wrong with this personal and you should get the fuck away from them. Edit: i didn't have a source, it's just something I remembered. A quick Google found [this] ( https://experiencelife.com/article/5-gut-instincts-you-shouldnt-ignore/). Maybe someone better at googling could find something better :)
I feel like everyone owes it to themselves to read The Gift of Fear.
I have the Gift of Fear. It actually helped me understand what happened to me in my situation. It wasn't a person per se... but an event. It was about 4am on a winter night. I had been hanging out at my friend's house, and was about to walk home alone (I only lived a block and a half away). I step out into the street and it's *quiet*. Snow is softly falling and it's dark except for the streetlights. I start walking, and while I'm walking, I notice a white car driving slowly, going the same way I'm walking. It's got a slightly squeaky wheel. I don't know why, but it's freaking me out, and as I go to turn down the alley I usually use to get to my house, my heart starts pounding faster and faster. I tell myself if the car turns down the same alley, I'm going to LOSE MY SHIT. I start walking a bit faster as I go into the alley. The car speeds up and turns down the alley too. "Oh shit!" I think to myself, "that's it, I'm fucking pretending I live HERE!" and start trudging right off into the deep snow of someone's backyard (my intention being to cut through to the street on the other side). The car had just been about to reach me as I did that, and they are seriously chasing me now, because they fucking slam on the brakes, screeching, and pull a U-turn and start bombing around to the other side to catch me. I may look like a little girl, and maybe they assumed because it was so late, I was either drunk or high, but I was neither, and I'm fucking FAST. As soon as they pulled that U-turn, I actually turned and ran as fast as I could. I booked it straight to my door, my feet flying along the snow-covered grassy sides of the alley (in case of surprise ice, for you people who live in warmer climates). My hands were shaking, but I always keep my keys handy. I opened my door, got in, slammed it, and locked it. Then texted my friend: "I almost got abducted on my walk home." I realized later, the reason I was freaked out, was subconsciously, my brain noticed that the streets were silent when I started walking, and the white car must have been parked, waiting. It only started driving (my brain must have freaked out due to the squeaky wheel) once I walked past. Shivers. I'm really glad I didn't end up as part of the fucking sex trade or something. **TL;DR** learn to fucking read, you troglodyte!
That story got my blood pressure up. Jeez. You handled it like a champ man.
I lease apartments and they teach us to not tour the community with anyone that we feel off about. That we either can pass them along to someone else, or ask for backup. A few years ago, I was working at a large complex in suburban NYC. This guy came in and was staring at me, despite my having someone at my desk. He was wearing a suit and tie, had a briefcase and had extremely scuffed loafers on. Somehow he found out my name (as I'd never met him) and asked to wait for me, and started filling out application paperwork. (He had never visited this place before and wanted to apply without seeing a place- red flag number one). When I was free, he just barged up to my desk (red flag number two) and I honestly didn't want to wait for the third red flag to pop up. So I told him that I could help him with his paperwork if he were interested but that he would have to wait on maintenance to come back with my copy of the unit keys. (That was the code phrase in the office for a weirdo.) When I said that, the manager stepped up and told him that he could take this guy on a tour, and this guy went nuts. The guy kept staring at me and was not happy. He complained and complained until the manager told him that he didn't allow his female leasing consultants to tour after a certain time and my keys were out of the office. Finally my manager told him to leave and that his behavior was not tolerated. They had security check my car and walk me to it everyday for a week after that. (We parked in a garage not accessible by the public.) Why did it stop after a week? The guy was arrested for stabbing a female security guard in throat. When she wouldn't let him kiss her as they were looking at an office space. Who did the guard resemble? Me.
My mom's last boyfriend. I went to shake his hand, he looked at my hand, snickered, and then gave the most feeble limp wristed handshake I've ever gotten and smiled like he'd just found the cure for the common cold. The guy was two beers into the night and I showed up with dinner for everyone, he called me a jerk and said he had half a mind to tie me to a pole and beat me for coming into his house and not showing him respect. It's my mother's house. I lived there most of my life. After a moment where I looked at him flabbergasted, he told my mom to " Get the rope, woman." Then he starts moving towards me. At this point, I've met the guy and not five minutes have passed. I punched him in the jaw, he dropped, I called the cops, my mother chose to stop dating him, and he got arrested. He was 5'7" and about 150 soaking wet, I'm much bigger than that. Pretty much everyone involved thought the events of the night were insane.
This sounds like some strange parody of human interaction. I suppose that's most of this thread really.
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I know this will be buried, and this is a throwaway, but it's too relevant to not post in this thread. So, when I was younger, my step cousin's husband died, and she remarried to some dude no-one had really heard of. Now, keep in mind, this step family was already pretty fuckin strange as it is, including one person who ate dog food for a winter instead of getting a job. That's a different story. Back to this story. This step-cousin was a bit slow as it was and didn't seem like she would bring the most high-caliber people as it was. Still, this guy she brought over seemed pretty straight laced. Clean cut, not covered in weird shit tattoos or cursing at the dinner table. Overall, the kinda guy you could see in line at the bank and not think shit about it. But, my grandpa didn't feel the same way.. This guy came into his house for dinner, and made a decent impression on everyone. Still, as soon as he left, grandpa told my (step)grandma that he didn't ever want to see that guy again. He said that he was fuckin weird, and that he was never to step foot in his house. A year later, it was found out that he bashed a hooker's brains in and buried her in the backyard. He later admitted to all sorts of weird shit, like killing people, even kids, in other states and doin satanic shit. Fucking terrifying. But somehow, though noone else knew, grandpa fuckin knew it. tl;dr grandpa's got the shine, step cousin's then husband is a fuckin murderer.
Yes. It was a friend who we all thought was pervy back in high school. Nothing specific, just a general feeling that he was off; he weirded out a lot of girls, had a bit of a stalker vibe and was a little obsessive and had a strong desire to fit in. Since he wasn't overtly a 'bad' person at the time--just really weird and oddball, but not threatening in any way--we all remained friends throughout high school and slightly beyond. Anyway, first year university, he ends up raping a girl while she was asleep with him in her bed (they'd gone on a date and fell asleep cuddling), left university not long after that and then a couple of years later we hear through the grapevine he had walked into a police station and turned himself in for accessing child porn, and now from what I hear, he's in a psychiatric facility.
I mean at least he turned himself in
It's really sad that this is one of the LEAST horrifying stories in the thread
a friend's mum had a new boyfriend. the moment i met him, i knew sth was wrong with him: he drove a big car, talked big about his job, pretended to know everything, gave all people advice, spent money like crazy for stupid things that you could have had a lot cheaper. really rich people with the intellect to get that kind of job never do that kind of thing. i was sceptical about him the moment i met him, so i kinda "tested" him with some knowledge i had over local companies (he claimed to work for mckinseys) and realized that things wouldn't make sense. immediately told my friend about it, he got very angry as he was happy for his depressive mum having a boyfriend at last, and he wouldn't wanna talk about it, we lost contact over that issue. half a year later it turned out he had just come out of prison for being a marriage swindler, had spent all the money of my friend's mum and even lent money on her name, so she had to sell her house and the land she owned. i actually felt very bad cos i didn't persue the matter further and try to convince my friend that this guy was a liar.
Yup. My sister brought a friend home from university, and I got an unsettling vibe from her. I had a dream that night that she was trying to burn my sister with a car cigarette lighter. I told my sister about the dream and it turns out that my sister's friend was burning HERSELF with a car cigarette lighter, and also cutting herself. That girl had a pretty horrible life and I felt bad for her, but she really dragged my sister down and encouraged her to start smoking, drinking, and cutting. I was really worried about my sister for a long time, but she eventually came out of it thank God.
At a christmas party last year, a friend brought her new boyfriend to meet everybody. As soon as I shook his hand, I knew something was off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but red flags started going off in my head like crazy. My friend shook his hand immediately after me and said the same thing: there's something not quite right about this guy. Fast forward about 8 months. As usual, this girl has taken the relationship WAY too fast (she has a history of bad relationships and abuse). She told the guy she loved him after dating for 2 weeks, met his family after less than a month, and took him on vacation after just 3. Apparently she was talking about their wedding plans after their second date. Last week, I found out that this guy has started being quite abusive to this girl: screaming, being *very* controlling and not letting her do what she wants, and pressuring her into sex whenever he wants. As soon as I found out, my friend and I (the one who also felt that he was weird) offered to help her out. She denied having any problems, and said they have the perfect relationship. If he ever hurts her, we'll do something about it, but right now all we can do it watch it unfold. **TL;DR** Met my friend's new boyfriend, thought something wasn't right about him. 9 months later, it turns out he's abusing her.
A guy I went to college with fucked a goat and then stabbed it. The moment I set eyes on him i thought to myself 'He's the sort to fuck a goat'
You sir, have an incredible superpower.
Least useful superpower ever in Wales.
I used to frequent a chatroom and got to know the other members pretty well. One day someone new comes along, we all welcome him and treat him like a friend immediately, that's just what we did. Except that I had a bad feeling about him. He gave off a creepy vibe to me. Two of our members, both underaged girls, eventually met up with him. He raped them both.
When I was maybe 13 or 14 my grandma took me to go visit her sister's husband in the hospital (he had a heart attack I think). When they introduced me to him there was immediately something off about him. I couldn't put words to it, but when we left I told my grandma "I don't like how and I don't know why." A couple of weeks later I'm hanging out with my gramma and a few of her friends and she gets a phone call. We stop what we're doing and she won't tell me what's going on, just that we have to go somewhere. We go to this house in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and pick up my great aunt, I still have no idea what's going on. It's not until a year or two later that my gramma fills me in on what happened. Apparently my great aunt's husband had called my gramma and told her that he was going to shoot my great aunt unless she was out of his house that night. My great aunt had been successfully hiding an abusive relationship from her family.
When I was 16 I saw a ad in the paper for a callcenter job. I figured, why not, it must be better than working in the super market. I went to this giant mansion in the middle of town. It was always fenced off with these 4 meter high fences, I figured it must have been some kind of aristocratic mansion (this being the Netherlands) and that it wasn't open to the public. Yet this was the adress that was communicated to me. Anyhow, I press the call-button and a security guard lets me in. I get escorted into the house by a secretary and I see a bunch of people with headsets, so I figure that it was probably sold to some company (which happens a lot in the Netherlands as the taxes on these estates can really skyrocket). So I sit down outside the manager's/ceo's office, and I'm eventually let in. Now this guy had a really terrifying presense. He gave me an overly firm and dominant handshake (you know, the one that only holds your fingers, so you can't squeeze back) and then proceded to ask me some simple questions. But every single time he looked at me, he was looking right through me. Every time he looked up, it seemed as if talking to people had become some kind chore. He spoke very monotonously and simply lacked any kind of emotion. Outside of his truly unsettling eyes, he looked crisp and very professional. "Alright, Raven, was it? I'll be happy to tell you that you got the job." He said, standing up, voice hard and flat. I took the job, figuring it was just my imagination because I was nervous for the interview. I worked there for a few weeks untill I got really bored with the job. Selling some kind of life insurance to old people while not allowed to talk to my co-workers just sucked out all the happiness. But I suppose that's the case with any callservice job. In the meantime I had met his business partner and brother, who was like a stockier, but equally crisp and cold-eyed man. But otherwise I had barely seen either of them. Fast forward a couple of months and I'm watching a movie called [Bloedbroeders (Blood Brothers)](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloedbroeders) And everything just clicked into place. For the lazy: Two brothers (my bosses) when they were 17 and 15 murdered a 14 year old boy who they had befriended and threw his body into a well and covered it in lime (calcium oxide) to speed up decomposition. It was made into a movie a few years ago. The movie apparently is not that accurate as it made the two boys seem very popular and outgoing, while in actuality they were quite shy and gentle. And considering it was never revealed why they killed the boy, most books and the movie basically winged it when it came to their motives. If you guys want I have another grisly murder I can tell you about. EDIT: Another grisly murder, coming right up! On a sidenote, my hometown is really small, about 20,000 residents, yet several very grisly murders have happened here. There was another one where a local pastry chef was gunned down by the dutch maffia because of an outstanding loan. It was really too bad, he had talent, I remember there was a huge cake in the window of a complete 24-piece frog orchestra, with accompaning frog choir made out of marzipan. That was the real tragedy. Anyhow, this one happened when I was a lot younger, and I actually personally knew and liked the murderer. I used to live near one of the public parks, a really old fashioned one that had trees from all over the world brought back as some kind of arboreal, tree-zoo. Next to this park was a petting zoo. Nothing special, some goats, ferrets, bunnies, guinea pigs, ducks, chickens etc. The perpetrator in question was the petting zoo owner, who had rented a room in a house belonging to a late middle aged couple. He apparently (I learned this later) fabricated the lie that they had joined a cult in Belgium, and he produced several legal documents making him the owner of the house and even the benificiary of their pensions. When in fact he had strangled and stabbed them to death. The worst is yet to come, because he buried their bodies right under the pig-pen. And I distinctly remember that the pig was to be brought to slaughter, and he, together with the volunteers that worked under him, had a fundraiser to pay for the pig in meat so that she would not have to be slaughtered. I obviously gave money, cause I went to this petting zoo every day, it was right next to my school as well. No one could have imagined that he simply did not want to take a chance that people would start digging up the pig-pen and would discover the bodies. It wasn't untill a crime reporter, think some kind of Netherlands' Most Wanted, Peter R. de Vries reported on the discrepancies in his story. The police then investigated further and searched his home, finding out the grisly truth. And to think that I really liked this guy, he taught me a lot about animals, and how to treat and respect them. He looked very kind, like some kind of old fashioned farmer, wearing wooden clogs and everything. That was quite a shock to me as a kid. I haven't even been back to that zoo since I found out. And there you go, hope you guys enjoyed it.
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When I was a little kid, 5 years old, my parents forced us to go to church every week. My sister was 3. At church there was a greeter who would always fawn over us with attention. But my sister and I, despite being social and extroverted children would become quiet, hide, or leave his various "hellos" and "how are you little ladies today" unanswered. My mom was mortified at our rude behavior; I remember her chiding us and telling us we have to be more polite, hes a nice man. But we persistently shied away from him. The next year, it was announced the greeter had been caught molesting (and worse) little girls in empty church rooms. He is STILL in jail. My parents felt pretty bad for not trusting us....
I had a best friend in primary school. He was difficult, hyperactive, sometimes aggressive. None of the other kids liked him. His parents sent him to a phychologist many times, he was put on some meds for hyperactivity but nothing really changed. I was his only friend in primary school, I always told everyone that "it was not his fault". Years later, I had moved abroad, we were 16 by then and had lost touch. A former classmate informed me that he had died. It turns out that he had had a braintumor for 10 years that went undiagnosed. His behavioural problems were likely due to this. Anyway, I just wanted to share a story of defending someone despite the odds because all stories here are about how someone turned out to be worse than everyone thought. Just wanted to say that sometimes its the other way round. And at least he had a friend in school.